The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The rain did not fall so much as it descended, a fine, gray mist that clung to the wet wool of Major Elias Thorne’s uniform and seeped into the marrow of his bones, turning the cold of the Appalachian foothills into a living, breathing entity that pressed against his chest with the weight of an old, forgotten guilt. He walked the narrow, rutted track that wound through the dense, black pines of...

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