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... side him. Or rather... on the grass that looked like grass. His hand passed through several blades without resistance, as though they were painted onto thin air.
He stared at them for a moment.
’Weird.’
He poked the patch again. Same result. Some blades bent naturally under his touch, others flickered like uncertain holograms, then stabilized, then flickered again. Sunny shifted his gaze across the field. Most of it seemed normal. Only certain clusters — thin, scattered, ...
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