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... e cult’s old texts spoke of “sinking inward”, of “spiraling down through the mind’s eye”. But Evelyn Blackmoor had no time for metaphors. The only way to reach the Eye was to climb down the well in the city’s oldest district—long dry, walled off for centuries, hidden behind false walls and forgotten hymns.
The stone steps spiraled tight, slick with condensation and lined with moss that bled when touched.
The lower she went, the more reality bent.
The flame of her lantern ...
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