The Silent Echo

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The Silent Echo

The fog of London did not merely drift; it clung. It was a thick, sulfurous shroud that tasted of coal smoke and old regrets, swallowing the gaslights of the East End until the world was reduced to a ten-foot circle of grey. Julian Thorne sat in the damp silence of the asylum’s basement, his fingers tracing the cold, weeping stone of the wall. Once, those fingers had danced across the aetheric...

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