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... lar struck him, and everything twisted open like a door he hadn’t known was a door.
Sunny fell. Or rose. Or spun.
Direction meant nothing here. Up and down blended together, warped into something unrecognizable. His stomach dipped, then didn’t. His body turned, or stayed still, or fractured into several pieces that immediately snapped back into place.
He drifted through a space that refused to agree with itself.
It wasn’t dark. It wasn’t bright. The colors weren’t ...
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