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... . Gold filaments sheared apart like silk under a razor, curling at the edges but refusing to fully detach. Instead, they spread. Multiplied. Wove new patterns.
Cain jerked as if pulled in two different directions at once.
Because he was.
The shape forming inside the rift sharpened. The distorted echo of Cain’s silhouette—the one half-formed and flickering—solidified just enough to resemble a warped reflection: taller, thinner, limbs slightly too long, face blurred like me ...
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