The Weight of Every Choice For a moment, nobody moved. Nobody breathed. The echoes stood in perfect silence across the avenue, their heads bowed beneath the silver light of a dying sky. Thousands of lives. Thousands of possibilities. Thousands of futures that had never come to pass. And all of them were looking at Thomas. Not with anger. Not with blame. But with hope. The realization terrified him more than anything he had faced inside the prison. The old woman stepped forward. Her silver hair danced in the cold wind sweeping through the avenue. Behind her, the other echoes remained motionless. Waiting. Thomas swallowed hard. "What do you mean?" His voice sounded small. The old woman smiled sadly. "The City of Echoes was created to preserve possibility." The sky rumbled above them. A distant crack split through the silver heavens. Yet she continued speaking. "As long as possibility existed, we existed." Thomas frowned. "And now?" The smile faded. "Now possi
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