The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The frost had begun to creep across the floorboards of the workshop, a white lace that thickened with every hour of the long, dark afternoon, and you sat at the bench with the Aethelgard chronometer before you, its brass casing cold against your palms, knowing that the solstice was three days hence and the debt owed to your father’s creditors was a stone in your throat that would not dissolve....

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