The Pale Echo
The dream is a corridor of white stone, endless and humming with a low, tectonic vibration that you feel in your teeth before you hear it with your ears. You are running, though your body feels heavy, encased in the stiff, cold plate of your ceremonial armor, the metal biting into your shoulders with a precision that is almost gentle. The floor is slick with a liquid that is not water, but...
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