The Pale Echo
The rain did not fall so much as it invaded, a cold, gray curtain that turned the cobblestones of the High Court’s forecourt into a slick, black mirror reflecting the jagged, lightning-split sky above. It was the year of the Great Silence, a time when the old magic had not yet died but had grown teeth, and the King’s guard, the Iron Veil, had grown not just in number but in paranoia, their...
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