The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The mud in the valley of Kestrel’s Reach did not smell of earth, but of old iron and the sweet, rotting perfume of lilies that had long since died, and it was into this slurry of decay that Thomas Bradshaw drove the pommel of his sword, not with the intent to strike, but to test the depth of the mire that sought to swallow his legs whole, while behind him the howling of the wind sounded less...

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