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... "Did I finally stop falling?" he rasped, yet his voice was swallowed whole.
The pain he’d known. The rage, the agony, the gnawing envy.
All of it slipped away.
All that remained was a gentle pull, drawing him forward. Endless. Directionless.
If he had ever felt his mother’s embrace,
Perhaps it would feel like this.
Warm and endless, yet cruelly late.
His body, or what remained of it, felt as if it had dissolved into a vast ocean, moving wit ...
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