The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The air in the cellar of the old manor did not smell of damp earth, as one might expect of a place buried beneath the roots of a thousand-year-old oak, but rather of the sharp, metallic tang of ozone and the sweet, cloying rot of lilies left too long in stagnant water, a scent that had permeated the very stones and the clothes of the three men who stood in the flickering, ghostly blue light of...

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