The Faded Photograph

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The mark is on your left palm. It has been there since you were seven. A jagged, dark line, like a crack in dry earth. You do not bleed. You do not die. You simply wait. We are in the Hall of Echoes. It is a vast room made of glass and fog. The walls breathe. The air smells of ozone and old paper. You are sitting on a cold bench. Across from you is a man in a grey suit. His name is Silas. He...

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