The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The house shook, not with an earthquake, but with the heavy, grinding lurch of a foundation surrendering to its own rot. I stood in the center of the kitchen, my hand still resting on the cold steel of my badge, feeling the vibration travel up through my bones, a physical reminder that the ground beneath me was no longer solid. Dust rained from the ceiling beams, coating the white lace doilies...

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