The Pale Echo
The fog had settled over the manor of Blackwood Hall with the persistence of a creditor, thick and grey, swallowing the grounds until only the iron gates remained visible, standing like sentinels in the void. I stood at the threshold of the library, my hand resting on the cold brass of the doorknob, listening to the silence that lived within the walls. It was not an empty silence. It was a held...
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