The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The smell of rotting apples clung to the damp stone walls of the Blackwood Manor, a thick, cloying sweetness that seemed to seep into the very marrow of Elias Thorne’s bones. He sat alone in the cellar, a space that had once been the pantry of a prosperous estate but now served as a cell for the one man the village of Oakhaven could not forgive. The air was heavy, stagnant, and tasted of iron...

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