The Pale Echo
The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a suspended static that blurred the edges of the world into a grey smear of wet concrete and sodium light. I stood at the perimeter of the Sector, my hand resting on the cold, slick surface of the Boundary Marker, feeling the faint, rhythmic hum of the containment field vibrating through my glove. It was a sensation I had grown used to over...
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