The Pale Echo
The candle flame in the study of Halloran House did not flicker; it burned with a steady, suffocating stillness that Thomas found unnerving. At twelve, he was a boy of quiet temper, accustomed to the silence of the estate, but tonight the silence had a texture, a weight that pressed against his eardrums. He had found the ledger behind a loose brick in the father’s private desk, a book of black...
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