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... solid, structural thing. It had become fluid, stretching ahead of me like a corridor in a funhouse mirror, warping and elongating with every leaden step I took.
My vision was the first thing to truly fail. The edges of the world blurred into a hazy, watercolor mess, everything slightly off-center as if I were looking through a foot of moving water. I reached out, my fingers grazing the expensive wallpaper to anchor myself. The texture was rough against my palm, a much-needed reminder tha ...
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