The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

You hold the silver clasp in your palm. It is cold. It is heavy. It smells of iron and old blood. You do not look at your hands. You look at the window. The rain falls like a curtain of gray silk. The house is quiet. The house is full of ghosts. You are the investigator. You are the shadow in the corner. You are the one who asks the questions no one wants to answer. But today, you are not here...

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