The Pale Echo
You have always been the one who listens to the walls. In the damp, stone-throated corridors of the Blackwood Palace, you are not merely a detective; you are a listener to the silence that precedes the scream. The King’s court is a labyrinth of velvet and shadow, a place where power is not held but worn, like a heavy cloak that chafes the skin. You are Elias Thorne, a man whose face is a map of...
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