The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The leather strap of my satchel cut into my palm, a familiar, dull pain that grounded me in the freezing air of the scriptorium. I had packed my bags. Three years of silence, of dust, of cataloguing the dead words of Lord Ashworth, and now I was leaving. My lungs burned with the effort of breathing the dry, cold air; the physician in London had given me six months, perhaps less, and I intended...

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