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... answering late.
Movement came without steps. The drift carried him forward while time stalled. A scrape of air passed his ears.
Air pressed his skin.
Walls assembled as he went. A ceiling stretched high and kept stretching. He realized he was standing in a corridor only after his feet were already taking him through it.
The corridor ran long and straight, its surfaces clean and muted. Stone tiles lined up with careful gaps. Two doors faced each other, one on each ...
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