The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The letter from the High Archive smelled of wet slate and old ink, a scent that had begun to cling to Elias Thorne’s skin like a second, colder layer of flesh. He sat in the cramped office of the Inquisitorial Hall, the parchment trembling slightly in his hands, not from fear, but from the way his fingers had gone numb, a persistent tingling that had started three days ago and refused to fade....

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