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... n. Bone-jarring collision. The kind of landing that reminded him very clearly that he was, unfortunately, still mortal.
Instead.
Silence.
He fell through cold air that wasn’t air at all. It pressed against him like water without weight, slowing him just enough to make the descent feel endless. The black mist thinned, stretched, and then peeled away as if it had never been real to begin with.
Then his boots touched stone.
Solid. Warm.
Luther stagger ...
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