The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The blood had a metallic taste that coated the back of Elias Thorne’s teeth, a cold, coppery film that no amount of swallowing could clear. He pressed the rag against his side, the fabric already dark and slick, while the damp stone of the corridor seemed to suck the heat from his bones. The raiders were gone, driven back into the mist by the garrison’s cannons, but the silence that followed...

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