The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The house breathes. You feel it in the walls. A slow, rhythmic expansion and contraction, like the lungs of a dying god. You are standing in the center of the main hall. The air is thick with the scent of wet rot and old iron. Dust motes dance in the shafts of grey light that pierce the boarded windows. They do not settle. They swirl. They circle. They watch. You know this place. You have been...

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