The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The hall smelled of damp wool and old blood. Sir Aldric stood before the High Court, his knees knocking together with a rhythm that matched his pulse. He was gaunt, forty years old, and hungry. The hunger was a physical thing, a hollow ache in his stomach that made his vision swim. He sought the King’s pardon for his brother, a debt that had left him destitute. The opposing force was the...

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