The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The mortar was cold against Elias Thorne’s palm, the stone chipped from years of grinding dried root and bone. He measured the last drop of the Pale Echo into the glass vial, the liquid shimmering with a faint, opalescent glow that defied the dim light of his apothecary. Outside, the mist of Oakhaven pressed against the windows, a thick, gray wool that smelled of damp earth and decay. Elias was...

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