The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The letter lay on the workbench, its edges curling like dead leaves. Elias Thorne read it twice, his fingers trembling against the cold oak. Lord Vane’s seal was pressed into the wax, a heavy, black beast that seemed to drink the light from the room. The message was short. Sign the confession, or your daughter stays in the tower until the ink runs dry. Elias folded the paper. He did not sign....

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