The Breath of the Void

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There was no wind in the White. There was no sound, no shadow, and no horizon. There was only the Table—a slab of polished alabaster that stretched infinitely in all directions—and the Observer. The Observer had no name, for names are a product of relationship, and there was nothing left in the universe to relate to. He was the last spark of entropy, the final flickering candle in a cosmos that...

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