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... o either shore, drifting in the lazy, directionless current of a half-conscious state.
The world around me was less a place and more a suggestion of one—patches of color that shimmered like heat over stone, sounds that barely remembered what they were supposed to be, fragments of thought that never finished their sentences before dissolving into static.
Somewhere in the middle of it all, like a lighthouse glimpsed through fog, she appeared again. The woman from the cube. The one ...
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