The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The porcelain was cold against your palm, a jagged arc of white bone that no longer fit the curve of your hand, and the sound it made as you shifted it in the mud was the dry, brittle crack of a knuckle popping. You were Silas, Inquisitor of the Western Reach, and you had been sitting in this tent for three days, watching the rain turn the earth outside into a slurry of black silt and rot,...

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