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... took echoed through the glass cave, sharp and brittle, like I was walking through the inside of a crystal bell. The sound bounced off the walls and came back wrong, delayed, distorted, and sometimes overlapping itself. It felt as if the cave was listening, memorizing the rhythm of my movement, committing it to some vast, unseen ledger.
I slowed.
The echoes didn’t stop; they continued and continued, the sound traveling far into the beyond through the cave.
They kept going, ...
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