The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

You take the bread. It is dense, dark, and smells of iron. You are not hungry. You are never hungry in the Cellar. The bread is a ration. A measure of your life left. You count the crumb as it falls. One. Two. Three. The stone floor is cold. The air is thick. It tastes of damp wool and old blood. This is the taste of the institution. The System. They call it Order. You call it a cage. The door...

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