The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The air in the Atrium of the Unremembered tasted of burnt sugar and ozone, a cloying sweetness that coated the back of your throat and turned the breath into something heavy, almost liquid. You stood at the center of the vast, circular hall, where the floor was not stone but a mirror of still water, reflecting not your face, but the sky above—a sky that churned with clouds the color of bruised...

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