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... tunnel—
a spiraling throat of shadows that swallowed him whole.
The only light came from the roaring orange glow chasing behind him, swallowing the darkness like a tidal wave of fire.
His hair whipped violently around him.
His robe snapped in the rushing wind.
The sound of the vortex roared in his ears—deep, ancient, alive.
Then—
FWUMP.
The orange light vanished.
Instantly.
As if someone had blown out a candle.
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