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... within it, a voice called to him, addressing him by name. He had heard it before.
’Michael Maysee!’
The voice reverberated endlessly, its presence pressing in from all sides, engulfing him.
"What is death, I ask you?"
"Is it a suspension of form, or a famine of movement?"
"A drought of thought?"
"A parched throat of darkness?"
"Rise, men of death, for there is no death for you."
The voice echoed within the darkness. There was nothi ...
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