The Pale Echo
Chapter One In the dry season, the dust tasted of iron and old pennies. Soledad Talamantes counted the twenty-three of the Tannery Steps, her boots scuffing the worn stone as she ascended toward the council chamber. The air was thin, a physical weight against her lungs, and the cobblestones beneath her feet hummed a low, resonant frequency that vibrated in her teeth. She had the alibi. She had...
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