The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The mud was deep. It sucked at the boots of Sergeant Elias Thorne with a wet, relentless hunger. He stood in the center of the square, rain hammering the cobblestones into a slurry of grey and black. Around him, the militia formed a semi-circle. Their pikes glinted in the pale, bruised light of the afternoon. They did not look at Thorne. They looked at the house. Specifically, they looked at...

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