The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The leather cover of the ledger was cold, slick with the damp that seeps up from the foundation of the old Thorne estate, a weight that felt less like paper and more like a stone pulled from a riverbed. You held it in your hands, the spine cracked and soft, and the smell of mildew and old iron filled the cellar air, a scent that had become as familiar to you as the taste of your own blood. It...

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