The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The interrogation room is cold. It smells of stale coffee and industrial disinfectant. You sit. You are a Major. You are the one who asks the questions. But today, you are the one who answers. The man across from you is young. He wears a badge that shines under the fluorescent lights. He looks at you with pity. He does not know what he holds. "State your name for the record," he says. His voice...

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