The Pale Echo
The candle flame in the archive of the City Watch did not so much flicker as tremble, a thin, yellow needle stitching the dark together, and Elias Thorne sat before the heavy oak desk, his fingers hovering over the leather-bound execution logs of his brother, Arthur, whose name was struck from the roster three years prior under the charge of high treason, a crime that had cost him his life and...
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