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First Echo: Near the end of her ninth year at Starling, Brooke was walking home through an unfamiliar part of town after spending the evening with her friends. She took a wrong turn and ended up in a darkened alleyway where a police officer in plain, ragged clothes was waiting on what must have been a stakeout. In the dim light, she looked like she matched the description of a dangerous suspect, so the officer shouted out and started chasing the now-startled Brooke. He gave up once she got into the light of a nearby convenience store (she was basically only a match for height), and once he was gone Brooke clutched her stomach as the weirdest sensation came over her. She had this strange moment of déjà vu where she could swear she'd been running exactly like that before, being chased through a place with high walls and afraid for her life. A canyon and a scorpion? It... didn't make sense. She'd never even set foot in the desert.
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First Echo: Near the end of her ninth year at Starling, Brooke was walking home through an unfamiliar part of town after spending the evening with her friends. She took a wrong turn and ended up in a darkened alleyway where a police officer in plain, ragged clothes was waiting on what must have been a stakeout. In the dim light, she looked like she matched the description of a dangerous suspect, so the officer shouted out and started chasing the now-startled Brooke. He gave up once she got into the light of a nearby convenience store (she was basically only a match for height), and once he was gone Brooke clutched her stomach as the weirdest sensation came over her. She had this strange moment of déjà vu where she could swear she'd been running exactly like that before, being chased through a place with high walls and afraid for her life. A canyon and a scorpion? It... didn't make sense. She'd never even set foot in the desert.