The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The rain lashed against the leaded panes of my study at Blackwood Estate, a relentless, hissing percussion that seemed to mock the silence of the room, while I sat hunched over the desk, my fingers trembling as they brushed the spine of the leather-bound volume where I had hidden the vial of Clara’s blood, mixed with the original ink, the only physical proof that my wife had not forged the...

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