The Pale Echo
The dust in the library did not settle; it hovered, a suspended galaxy of grey particulate that tasted of dry rot and forgotten time. I stood in the center of the room, my shadow long and thin against the floorboards, feeling the weight of the silence pressing against my eardrums. This was the Holloway estate, a sprawling Victorian monstrosity of stone and slate that clung to the cliffside like...
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