The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The cold is a physical weight, pressing against your chest, a living thing that gnaws at the hollows of your ribs. You are Elias Thorne, thirty-two, a border warden in the highlands, and you are hungry. Your stomach has been a constant, low growl since dawn, a reminder of the meager rations you have skimped on to save for the winter. You stand at the edge of the frozen river, the boundary line...

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