The Pale Echo
You leave the house before the sun has fully cleared the ridge. It is a cold morning, the kind that bites at the exposed skin of your neck. You are walking away from the estate, away from the long corridors of the manor, and toward the village. But you are not walking away from the truth. You are walking toward it. The old man sits on the porch. His name is Silas. He is a detective, though he...
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