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... rolled through him like the sea against a breakwater, red light swelling and receding, warm and almost gentle. He hated how easy it would be to let it carry him.
Then he yanked his hand back.
The web of threads shivered and blurred, the cathedral of crimson filaments collapsing into darkness as if someone had blown out a thousand candles at once. Air hit his lungs cold and sharp. He staggered a half-step, catching himself before it showed, before he looked like he’d been pushed. ...
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