The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The feast was a thing of cold light and sharp angles. It took place in a hall that was not a hall, but a memory of one, suspended in a void that hummed with a low, static frequency. The table stretched into a darkness that defied geometry, set with silverware that reflected no faces. At the head sat Captain Elias Thorne. He was a man carved from granite and regret, his uniform pressed to a...

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