The Pale Echo
Chapter One Could a boy buy back his father’s soul with a coin? Salvador Bermudez stood at the center of the long table, the heat of the room pressing against his neck, the air thick with the smoke of burning peat and the heavy, cloying scent of roasted lamb. The feast in Oria was not a celebration of life, but a transaction, the magistrate’s office overflowing with men who wore their...
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