The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The silence in the Hall of Whispers was not an absence of sound, but a heavy, viscous substance that coated the throat and settled in the lungs like wet ash, and Margaret Holloway stood at the center of the obsidian floor, her fingers trembling not from cold but from the sheer, terrifying weight of the expectation that pressed against her temples, the air around her thick with the scent of...

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