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... of air sweeping past his ears, the stone railing slipping from his fingers, the smirking face etched on Philia’s perfect face.
When Cherion opened his eyes again, he wasn’t broken against hard ground. He was somehow standing on a surface that wasn’t a surface at all.
A wide, endless horizon stretched out before him, soft and white, as if milk had been spilt across the world. But overhead, no roof, no blue, only colors that pulsed and shifted, pink to blue to gold, like a smudged ...
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