The Pale Echo

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The Pale Echo

The intake form lay on the steel table, its edges curled from humidity, the ink smearing where your thumb had pressed too hard. You signed it, the pen scratching a jagged line across the name Elias Thorne, and the sound was louder than the hum of the ventilation units. You wanted the orchid destroyed, or at least proven to be a fabrication, but the building’s climate control had locked the room...

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