The Pale Echo
The crystal chandelier at Harrow House trembled as the toast was raised, the sound of clinking glasses a sharp, bright counterpoint to the low hum of thirty-two voices discussing the estate’s future. Clara Vance, junior archivist and the youngest person at the table, watched the candlelight flicker against the high vaulted ceiling, her eyes fixed not on the champagne in her glass but on the...
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