The Pale Echo
The glass is gone. That is the first thing you notice, and the last thing you will ever understand. It is not that the pane has vanished into thin air, but that it has shattered into a thousand diamond shards, scattered across the floor of the interrogation room like a frozen, glittering lake. You are standing in the center of it. Your boots are covered in grit and glass, the fine powder...
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