The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The feast was a wound in the dark. Candles. Too many candles. They burned low and thick, turning the stone walls of the old manor into a honeycomb of trembling light. The air smelled of roasting pork, stale wine, and sweat. People moved like ghosts in heavy wool. They whispered. They laughed. The sound was wet and sharp. It scraped the back of Margot’s throat. She stood by the hearth. Her hands...

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