The Pale Echo
The building breathes. You know this because you have stood inside its corridors for the better part of three decades, listening to the low, tectonic hum of the heating system as it pushes warm air through brass vents that have long since lost their shine. It is a structure of stone and silence, a cathedral of bureaucracy perched on the edge of a cliff overlooking a grey, churning sea. The wind...
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