The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The rain in the courtyard of the Abbey of St. Jude did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a grey curtain that turned the stone walls into slick, breathing things, and Elias Thorne stood within it, his hand locked around the cold iron key that had been hidden in the lining of his cloak for three days, his knuckles white not from the cold but from the sheer, terrible weight of the silence...

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