The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The ink is still wet on the page, trembling as if it fears the weight of what it bears, and the air in this rotting sanctuary tastes of copper and old dust, a flavor that has settled into the pores of my skin over the last three weeks. I am Elias Thorne, master horologist, though the title feels like a crown of thorns pressed against my brow, and I write this from the shadow of the Great...

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