The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The feast in the great hall of Ashworth Manor was a cacophony of clinking silver and forced laughter, a sensory assault that seemed designed to drown out the quiet, rotting truth that had been festering in the corridors for weeks. I sat at the far end of the long oak table, my fingers wrapped tightly around the stem of a wine glass until my knuckles turned white, watching the candlelight...

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