The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

You walk the length of the corridor, your boots clicking a steady, hollow rhythm against the polished stone floor. The air here is thick, heavy with the scent of damp limestone and the metallic tang of old blood that seems to have seeped into the very walls. You are Thomas Bradshaw, and you are a detective, though the title feels less like a badge of honor and more like a shackle of iron. You...

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