The Pale Echo
The fracture did not announce itself with a sound, but with a silence so profound it seemed to suck the air from the great hall of Ashworth Manor. It was a silence that preceded the shattering of the old world, a pause in the heartbeat of the institution before the systolic failure. In the dim, amber light of the mid-century estate, where dust motes danced in the stagnant air like suspended...
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