The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The dust in the Abbey of St. Jude did not settle; it hung in the air like a fine, grey snow that refused to touch the ground. Elias Thorne, forty years old and possessed of a tongue as sharp as the chisels he had once wielded before the plague took his brother, swept a hand across the shelf, sending a cloud of particulate matter into the stale light of the scriptorium. He was not here for...

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