The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The knife bit into the pad of Elias’s thumb, a clean, bright line of red welling up under the candlelight. He held the blood against the cold stone of the archive wall, the pain sharp and immediate, grounding him in the damp, smell of rotting parchment and old wax. The court was silent, a heavy, suffocating quiet that pressed against his eardrums, but the shadows in the corner were not silent....

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