The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

Seven ounces of silver. That was the weight of the spoon, and that was the weight of the sin. Elias held it up to the dim light of the scriptorium, watching the metal catch the glow of the tallow candle until it blazed like a cold star. He counted the drops of the tincture falling into the glass vial. One. Two. Three. The liquid was pale, almost white, with a viscosity that spoke of old blood...

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