The Pale Echo
The accusation hung in the air, thick as the smoke from the hearth. "You failed to stop it, Elias," Lord Vane said, his voice flat, bureaucratic, stripping the word of its weight. "The record shows you were on duty. The Pale Echo continued. You let it." Elias Thorne stood in the corner of the Great Hall, his hand resting on the rough wood of the table. He was fifty-eight, and his heart beat...
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