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... tree trunks as though swimming through water. Grass didn’t bend. Branches didn’t snap. His body flickered between material and immaterial, his form half-mist, half-muscle. To any bystander, he was a ripple of shadow sliding through the world, neither touching it nor truly part of it.
He did not breathe. He did not sweat. But his mind was a tempest.
Georan must be dead by now, he thought. Eaten, like the fool he was. He bit down a twisted smile. He had warned him, hadn’t he? Said ...
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