The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The frost has not yet melted from the windows of the municipal archive, but the air inside is thick with the scent of decaying paper and the quiet, frantic energy of men who know they are running out of time. You stand before the ledger, your hand trembling not from cold, but from the weight of what you see. The ink is brown, dried long ago, yet it seems to bleed a fresh, dark crimson across...

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