The Pale Echo
The rain had been falling for three days, a persistent, gray weeping that turned the gravel path into a slick, dark river of mud, and it was through this deluge that Captain Elias Thorne drove his carriage toward the isolated, crumbling estate of Blackwood Hall, a journey that felt less like a return to duty and more like a pilgrimage to a grave he had not yet dug, the wheels splashing with a...
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