The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The morning fog clung to the valley floor like a wet shroud, obscuring the jagged teeth of the limestone cliffs that bordered the old trade road. Elias Thorne walked with a heavy, rhythmic gait, his boots sinking into the mud that had softened over the night’s rain. He was a man of few words and fewer secrets, a clerk for the provincial customs office in the distant town of Oakhaven, but here,...

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