The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The ink in my ledger is still wet, a dark smear against the vellum, but the cold in the scriptorium has nothing to do with the November wind. It comes from the walls. From the stone itself. I am Elias Thorne, thirty-two years old, and I have spent four years copying the lives of saints to escape the life of my father, who burned to death in the crypt of this very abbey in 1938. The monks say it...

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