The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The wall fell first. Then the dust. You were standing in the archive, your hands shaking not from cold but from the sudden, violent absence of structure. The ceiling groaned, a sound like a dying beast, and then the world turned to grey powder. You coughed. The air was thick, tasting of chalk and old paper. Your eyes adjusted to the gloom. You were still alive. Your uniform, the heavy wool of...

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