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The road into the Hollow did not end so much as it dissolved into a fog so thick it had texture, a grey wool that rubbed against the skin of the mind and left it raw and weeping. Elias Thorne walked, or perhaps he dragged himself, for the distinction had blurred long ago in this place where the laws of physics seemed to be nothing more than polite suggestions that the landscape could ignore at...
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