The Pale Echo
The storm had not merely arrived; it had breached the perimeter of Blackwood Manor, a jagged, howling entity that turned the fog into a solid, pressing weight against the high, arched windows of the archive. Dr. Elias Thorne sat at the heavy oak desk, his back rigid, the leather chair creaking under the strain of his obsessive posture, while the final, corrupted pages of the *Pale Echo*...
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