The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The rain did not fall so much as it was exhaled by the sky, a cold, grey mist that clung to the stone walls of the Blackwood Institute for the Preservation of Antiquities. It was a place built to hold time still, where dust was revered and silence was the highest form of respect. In the deepest sub-basement, a room known only as the Vault of Seals, Margaret Holloway stood before a massive oak...

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