The Pale Echo
The iron bars of the containment cell did not vibrate, they screamed, a high-pitched, ultrasonic shriek that pierced the very marrow of Detective Elias Thorne’s skull as he pressed his shoulder against the reinforced steel door, his tactical vest humming with the residual charge of the failed suppression field, the air thick with the ozone tang of fractured reality and the coppery, sweet stench...
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