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"Who are you?" No sooner had he asked the question did the Alphenian in front of him get yanked back across the street-stones, his scream short and dripping with a living terror that woke up something primal in him. He recognized that scream not from the Alphenian's throat but from his own. With a snarl he clenched his hands …

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Sweat stung his eyes, mixing with the blood that already half-blinded him but he didn't stop moving. Even when seeing was nearly impossible because of that burn, even when keeping his eyes open was too exhausting because he was already dangerously close to passing out, he didn't stop moving. He couldn't, even though he wanted …

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It was weightless and yet heavy here. Weightlessly heavy? Sure, that sounded plausible. But it was cold and lonely and filled with a feeling that was as indescribable as that weightless heaviness that pressed against skin that screamed and cooed simultaneously at any contact. Was that fear? Was it curiosity? Hope? Hatred? Worry? Elation? Anguish? …

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It was cold. Colder than it had ever been. And it was loud. Loud with a sound that was piercing and incessant, undercut by a rumbling that was at once like a heartbeat and thunder and yet not. It beat against over sensitive flesh and ears that weren't accustomed to noise. Shaking hands covered ringing ears, a groan …

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