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... ld, the world as he knew it ceased to exist. The agonizing, physical torment of the war raging in his soul did not stop. But it became a distant, muffled echo. His consciousness, the part of him that was still Edward, was violently, brutally, and unceremoniously ripped from his convulsing body.
He was not floating in a void. He was not drifting in a sea of light. He was falling.
A long, terrifying, and impossibly fast descent through a dimension of pure, screaming, geometric chao ...
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