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... erfect, and flat. The ground was made of cracked salt plates, sharp-edged and fractal, stretching endlessly in every direction until they vanished into light. Not a hill. Not a shadow. Not a mark of life. The horizon had dissolved into the sky, leaving only one color above—and silence.
Lucien stood at the center of nothing.
No wind moved his hair. No dust clung to his skin. He stood barefoot on the salted floor of the earth, unmoving, untouched, as if he had already been there. T ...
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