The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The mud on the road to the Abbey of St. Jude was a thick, sucking clay that tried to swallow Elias Thorne’s boots with every step. He pulled his cloak tighter against the biting November wind, the wool scratching against his neck like a warning. He was not a man who believed in ghosts, nor in the local superstitions that the stones of the abbey whispered the names of the dead. He was a sergeant...

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