The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The soup was thin, a pale, watery broth that tasted of boiled potatoes and the metallic tang of old pennies, and it was the only thing in the room that was not screaming. Sergeant Elias Thorne sat at the metal table in the interrogation cell, his hands wrapped around the styrofoam cup, feeling the heat seep through the plastic into his skin. The walls were a shade of institutional beige that...

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