The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The frost in Oakhaven did not bite; it gnawed. Elias Thorne packed his kit with the mechanical precision of a man who had spent twenty years folding the world into manageable squares. His hands, roughened by rope and rifle stock, moved without hesitation, yet his mind was a storm of static. He wanted to clear his name. He wanted to prove that the charge of desertion during the border skirmish...

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