The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The seal is broken. You do not know this yet. You are sitting in the damp corner of the keep, the stone cold against your spine, listening to the rain strike the high, narrow window. The air smells of wet wool and old blood. You are a soldier. You are a witness. And you are the only one who knows the truth that has been buried under layers of parchment and protocol. The map is torn. Not...

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