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... around him. He froze, arms against a great rock, tree roots below whispering. The island exhaled.
Where earlier had been mist, now stood shimmering trails that bent like smoke, gathering among the trees farther up. He pushed forward, feeling the lifetime of memories swelling in his mind. He recognized the crackle in the air, electric, like static; he smelled something cleaner, a memory of washed linen; he heard low promise in the air.
About ninety paces up, a figure waited by a f ...
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