The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The candle flame in the scriptorium does not flicker; it holds a rigid, yellow line against the darkness, a technical impossibility that makes the air feel thick with stagnant logic. You stand before the Abbot, your hands clasped behind your back, the skin of your knuckles white with the effort of remaining still. He sits behind a desk of black oak, his face a map of deep, carved lines that...

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