The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The building does not have a door. You know this because you have tried to find one for what feels like three days, or perhaps three years. Time here is a loose thread, pulled by the wind that never stops blowing through the corridors of the Gray House. You are a clerk. You have always been a clerk. The thought settles in your chest with the weight of a wet stone, familiar and cold. You are not...

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