The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The air in the conservatory was thick with the scent of rotting lilies and old paper, a cloying sweetness that clung to the back of your throat like a secret you were not meant to keep. You stood before the long mahogany table, your hands resting lightly on the cool wood, feeling the grain beneath your fingertips as if reading the history of the house itself. Around you, the guests moved in...

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