The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The rain did not fall so much as it was expelled from the low, bruised belly of the sky, a relentless, industrial gray curtain that smeared the world into a watercolor of rust and ash. Inside the manor, the air was thick with the scent of wet wool and the metallic tang of fear, a smell that had settled into the floorboards over the course of a long, silent week. Arthur Penhaligon sat in the...

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