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... moored nothing where faces and voices drifted like pages torn from a book. He tried to hold them; names and shapes blurred to mist on his tongue. The world narrowed to the small, fierce ache of breath. He wanted to answer someone, anything: a hand, a name, a single steady voice to tell him it was all right. Instead there was only the great hush of being pulled apart.
Around him the tribulation held like iron. The green beam still lanced down, the weight of the heavens pressing his ribs t ...
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