The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

You wake with the taste of ozone and cold iron on your tongue, the dream dissolving not into the soft grey haze of morning but into the sterile, humming white of the corridor outside your office, a place where the air is always filtered through a labyrinth of high-efficiency particulate filters that strip the world of its scent, leaving only the faint, metallic tang of electricity and old...

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