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It launched at her before she could even draw breath. Moved faster than anything she'd seen before but despite that, she was still a Phuri, she was an Other, and so she was faster, if only barely. As she twisted away from the thing that spoke with her kè's voice, scrambling over the sand-scattered cobblestones, terror turned her blood cold. For before her …

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So much desperation, so much grief, encased the Worlds that it hurt to breathe, to think, to even be alive. Need followed on the heels of it all and stole what little breath had survived the first wave. Reality whined and wobbled as the second hit and then the third and fourth and fifth in rapid succession. It …

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