The Hollow Glen
The Hollow Glen Elena Cross knew this the way she knew the weight of a memory in her hands—she knew something that had been handed down to her since before she had the words to question why. She stood at the edge of her console and watched the data take the last of the resident's childhood colour and scatter it across the clearing algorithm like a machine scattering ground meal on a stone...
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