The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The sound of the cracking was not a single fracture, but a series of rapid, dry pops, like dry twigs snapping underfoot, echoing through the sterile, air-conditioned silence of the intake bay. I was sitting on the cold metal stool, my hands bound to the armrests by soft leather restraints that smelled of industrial sanitizer. Across from me sat Dr. Aris Thorne, a man whose face seemed to be...

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