The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The dream was always the same, a recurring loop of salt and silence that began before Margot’s eyes opened and lingered long after the sun had burned the fog from the moors. In the dream, she stood in the center of the great hall of Blackwood Manor, a structure that had not been touched by a hammer or a nail in three hundred years, yet it felt alive, breathing with a damp, cold rhythm that...

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