The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The frost did not come gently. It arrived like a verdict, a sudden, crystalline hardening of the air that turned the breath of the servants into white plumes of surrender. We were in the library, a room that had once smelled of beeswax and old paper, but now reeked of damp rot and the metallic tang of fear. I sat at the edge of the leather chesterfield, my hands wrapped around a cup of tea that...

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