The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The bullet hits you in the shoulder. It is not a clean wound. It is a tearing, a hot, wet explosion that turns your vision into a kaleidoscope of red and gray. You are falling. You are always falling. The ground rushes up to meet you, hard and unyielding, smelling of wet earth and old blood. You are not supposed to be here. You are not supposed to be alive. The rain has stopped, but the air is...

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