The Pale Echo
Chapter One Thị Nam’s hands were already moving when the Guild Master’s voice cut through the humid air of the banquet hall, snapping the rhythm of the conversation into a sharp, jagged silence. She was in the middle of pouring wine for the elders, the heavy clay jug straining against her grip, the dark liquid sloshing over the rim and staining the white linen tablecloth with a spreading stain...
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