The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The snow in the Blackwood Pass did not fall so much as it hung, a suspended grey fog that erased the horizon and swallowed the sound of Elias Thorne’s boots as he trudged through the ruin of the old watchtower. He was thirty-four years old, a sergeant in the King’s Own Guard, and he carried a weight in his left hand that felt heavier than iron, colder than the wind, and infinitely more...

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