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"Eighty-nine minutes," Azryth said.
I wiped my face, took a breath.
"How much further?"
He checked the compass, the needle was pointing straight ahead, but something about the pull felt different now. Final.
"Very close," he said.
We started walking, the gray ahead was changing, not lighter or darker, but sharper and more defined, like we were approaching something that imposed structure on the formless void.
After what felt like hours but was ...
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