The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The fog did not roll in; it accumulated, a dense, silvery suspension that eroded the boundaries between the cobblestones of the old watchtower and the void beneath, turning the world into a grey, breathing entity that smelled of wet limestone and the metallic tang of old iron. I stood on the battlement, my hand resting on the cold stone, feeling the vibration of the gale that had been screaming...

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