The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

Elara. The name hung in the damp air of the apothecary, heavy and sharp, called out by Master Aldous with the clipped precision of a man who had long ago stopped seeing people and started seeing liabilities. You were twelve years old, small and wiry, your fingers stained yellow from the turmeric you had been grinding for the last three hours, and you felt the weight of his gaze like a physical...

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