The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The oak trees in the courtyard of the Athenaeum had shed their leaves long before the first frost, standing now as skeletal sentinels against a sky the color of bruised slate, their branches reaching out with a frantic, grasping urgency that seemed to mimic the trembling fingers of the scholars who huddled within the warm, amber-glowing halls of the library, where the scent of drying ink and...

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