The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

I woke with the taste of wet chalk and old blood on my tongue, the sensation so vivid it felt less like memory and more like a bruise blooming beneath the skin. I was standing in the center of the room, or rather, the room was standing around me, tilted at a sickening angle that defied the physics of gravity. The walls were breathing. That is the only way I can describe it. They expanded and...

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