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Ryn of Avonside - 69: A Choice to be Made
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... it inducing carnival rides. Except it wasn’t just a mechanical object doing the spinning, but the very orientation of whatever stood for the laws of reality in the Nameless Garden.
I felt like I was a yoyo on the end of a hyperactive toddler’s finger while they bounced around inside a barrel that was inside another barrel that was rolling down a rocky hill. I felt like I was made of rubber and my body was being twisted around a pencil that was then snapped in half. I felt like melted moz ...
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