The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The rain in the manor house does not fall; it seeps, a cold, grey weeping that saturates the stone walls until the very mortar tastes of damp iron and old grief. You are here, in the cellar, and the air is thick with the scent of wet wool and the sharper, metallic tang of fear that clings to you like a second skin. You are not what the others think you are, though they have called you a ghost,...

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