The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The wax seal sits in your palm, heavy and cold, its crimson surface cracked by the frost of the winter air. It is the mark of House Aveline, pressed into the soft wax of a letter that has never been opened, a physical weight that feels like a stone in your gut. You are Sir Kaelen, and you are standing before the High Court of King Aldric, the air thick with the smell of tallow candles and the...

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