The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The rain had not stopped for three days, a relentless, gray sheet that turned the cobblestones of the lane into slick, treacherous mirrors reflecting the dim glow of our gas lamps. I stood in the doorway of the manor, my coat damp and heavy, watching the mud churn under the hooves of the horse that had brought me here, while behind me, the warmth of the hallway and the scent of beeswax and old...

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