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... ny felt space fold like paper, shadows tearing loose from causality itself as positions were reassigned without warning or mercy. One moment, he was at Kafka’s flank, blade mid-swing. The next, he was ten meters above her, falling, Hail Sorrow already adjusting its trajectory before gravity could finish asserting itself.
Kafka was behind him.
No — beneath him.
Fu Xuan was where Kafka had been.
Kafka clicked her tongue.
Future sight alone was manageable. An ...
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