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... t weightless as if he were drifting through a dream. The feeling reminded Mikhailis of the times he had floated on his back in a quiet lake, staring up at the sky, except this was far stranger. There was no up or down. There was only this place, this endless, swirling expanse of dark mist that clung to him like a living thing. He could sense the tiny threads of it brushing against his arms, his legs, and even his hair, as though it wanted to be sure he was really there.
He let out a slow ...
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