The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The smell of the place was not quite decay, but something sharper, a metallic tang that coated the back of your throat like a penny held under the tongue. It was the smell of the Grand Atrium of the Sterling Institute, a cathedral of glass and iron built in the height of the industrial boom, where the air was thick with the scent of ozone, polished mahogany, and the faint, sweet rot of overripe...

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