The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The rain does not fall here. It rises. You stand in the center of the white void, your boots sinking slightly into a substance that is not earth, not water, but memory made solid. The air is thick with the scent of ozone and old copper. You are alone, or so you believe. The silence is not empty. It is full of waiting. Your hand moves to your side. The holster is there. The leather is worn...

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