The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The house smelled of dust and dried lavender, a scent that had settled into the floorboards like a permanent stain. It was the kind of quiet that presses against the eardrums, heavy and suffocating, breaking only when the wind found a crack in the window frame and whistled a low, mournful note through the empty hallway. Silas Thorne stood in the center of the drawing room, his hands clasped...

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