The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

"You are late." The voice is not a sound. It is a pressure. It presses against the inside of your skull. The walls of the office are white. The light is gray. You sit in the chair. The chair is cold. The desk is wood. It is dark. It is old. It does not move. It does not rot. It has been here for a long time. You know this. You have always known it. You are the new soldier. You have the uniform....

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