The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The mud of Oakhaven’s gate road had a consistency like wet clay, sucking at Elias Thorne’s boots with every step. He did not look up. His eyes were fixed on the stone wall, on the iron-ringed gate that groaned open to admit him, a junior inquisitor of the Ecclesiastical Court, arriving to investigate a rumor. The rumor was the Pale Echo. They said it was a sound heard only by the guilty, a...

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