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Chapter 2: Essence
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... ways imagined it would be quick – a flash of light, maybe some dramatic screaming, then boom, splat on Earth. Poetic. Tragic. Over.
Reality was far less kind.
I fell for three days.
Three. Fucking. Days.
Enough time to think about every choice that led me here. Enough time to curse the names of every archangel who’d smiled to my face while plotting my demise. And enough time to feel every bone in my divine body shatter against the dimensional barriers between real ...
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