The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The morning Elias left the loom, the mist had already swallowed the lower spires of the Pale Court, a thick, white shroud that seemed to breathe against the high windows of his workshop. He was forty years old, a master weaver of modest renown, and for three decades he had served the Inquisitor, a man whose authority was as absolute as the silence that hung over the kingdom. But today, Elias...

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