The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The candle flame in the archive trembled, a fragile orange eye watching the shadows, as Elias Vane woke with a gasp that sounded like a dry leaf tearing in the silent, damp room. He was thirty years old, his body a map of old bruises and new stiffness, and he sat on the edge of his cot, his hands shaking not from fear but from the adrenaline of a dream that had felt too solid to be false. In...

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