The Wistful Witness

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The air in the Hollow tasted of copper and old rain, a metallic tang that coated the back of my throat before I even opened my mouth to speak. I stood alone on the precipice, the edge of the world dissolving into a mist that wasn't quite white, but a bruised, shifting purple. Below me, the valley didn't contain trees or rivers, but suspended memories, floating like lazy jellyfish in a dark...

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