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He was shooting down a watery tunnel, endlessly falling through the planes, pulled by mysterious forces. He saw things he could not have imagined, strange powers that spread over the earth, whole histories that flashed by in the blink of an eye. He was hurtling through a shimmering, timeless realm that had no beginning or end, seeing all the world twist and spread around him. All creation quivered like an otherworldly sea that rippled as he passed. The Sylvan Horn |
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