The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The morning mist clung to the cobblestones of Ashford like a shroud that refused to be lifted. Thomas Bradshaw stood in the center of the town square, his breath visible in the chill air, the heavy oak staff of his office carved with the town’s seal resting against his shoulder. He was a man of fifty, though the lines around his eyes spoke of a much older weariness, a fatigue that settled into...

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