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... oul rumbled. And it felt as if it suddenly hit a wall. Or as if it entered a container. But Maxwell didn’t care; he still kept his eyes closed, enjoying the fall.
Immediately, Maxwell felt a soothing breeze blow against his face and against his skin.
This fact felt off and strange to him because in the stream of time, there was no air, nor was there wind.
Absorbed and immersed in his fall, the young man didn’t mind this one minor fact.
But as he fell, the wind tha ...
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