The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The air in the archive smelled of dried lavender and rot. It was a specific, cloying scent that clung to the wool of my coat, a physical manifestation of the centuries trapped within these stone walls. I adjusted my spectacles, the lenses fogging slightly in the chill, and looked down at the manuscript spread before me. It was a ledger from the Abbey of St. Jude, dating back to the late...

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