The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The mud of the Blackwood Pass was not merely wet; it was a living, sucking entity that sought to swallow the iron-shod boots of Sergeant Elias Thorne whole. He stood thirty yards from the fleeing peasant, his sword raised, the steel trembling not from fear but from the sheer, exhausting weight of the doctrine he was forced to uphold. Ten years of border skirmishes had carved his face into a map...

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