The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The rain had not stopped for three days, turning the cobblestones of the Blackgate Keep into a slick, weeping mirror. You stood in the center of the Great Hall, your hand resting on the hilt of a sword that felt heavier with every passing hour. The air was thick, not just with the dampness of the storm, but with the weight of the silence that had settled over the garrison. It was a silence that...

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