The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The rot in your left hand has reached the second knuckle, a greyish necrosis that spreads like ink in water, pulsing with a cold that seems to originate from the bone itself. You are Elias Thorne, a village seer, and in the year of our Lord 1892, you stand before the heavy oak doors of the town hall, your breath misting in the sharp autumn air. You want to clear your name, to prove that the...

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