The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The dream was always the same, a recurring loop of breathless panic where Mara’s skin turned the color of wet ash. I woke in my cell in the year of our Lord 1342, the sweat of the night clinging to my tunic, my hand instinctively reaching for the small glass vial tucked into the folds of my sleeve. It was warm, as it always was, pulsing with a faint, sickly luminescence that seemed to beat in...

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