The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The feast in the Hall of Mirrors was a cacophony of silver and silk, a blinding glare that made the shadows behind the pillars seem deep enough to drown in. Lord Alistair stood at the center of the room, his tunic stained with wine and the dust of the road, his eyes fixed not on the dancing courtiers but on the woman standing by the hearth. Her name was Elara, and she was the only person in the...

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