The Pale Echo
The door locked behind you. Click. A small, final sound. You are in the room. The walls are white. The air is still. You wait. They called it the Quiet Room. No one spoke of it. Not really. Only in whispers, in the shadows of the hallways where the fluorescent lights flickered and died. You knew what they said. You knew what they thought. You were the mistake. The glitch. The thing that needed...
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