The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The dream is always the same: a path of pale, eroded stone stretching into a mist that tastes of ozone and old dust. You walk it, your boots sinking slightly, the edges of the stones crumbling under the weight of your guilt, until the path simply ends in the void. You wake in the narrow bed of your staff quarters at the Meridian Institute, the clock on the nightstand reading 3:14 AM. You are...

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