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... ing, a vertical tear in the fabric of reality. It looked like someone had taken a knife and sliced open the world itself, leaving a wound that refused to heal.
The edges shimmered with sickly blue light, constantly moving and shifting, writhing like something alive was trying to push through from the other side. It hummed at a frequency that made my teeth ache and my vision blur if I looked at it too long.
The sound was almost subsonic, felt more than heard—a pressure in my skull ...
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