Echoes of the Unborn

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The room was white—not the white of a wall, but the white of a cloud, an infinite, featureless expanse that smelled of ozone and salt. "I can see you," the Voice said. I looked down at my hands. They were translucent, shimmering like oil on water. I wasn't a person; I was a collection of echoes. "Who are you?" I asked. My voice sounded like it was coming from the bottom of a well. "I am the...

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