The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The parchment lay on the oak table, its edges curling in the damp air, bearing the seal of Captain Halloway and a list of goods that did not add up: twelve sacks of rye, four barrels of salted pork, and a sum of coin marked for the winter garrison that had never reached the hands of the men who bled for it. You held the paper with fingers that had long since forgotten the softness of skin,...

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