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- He was torn from my arms, slapped down against the ground. He didn’t bounce or rebound. The floor cracked beneath him, far more fragile than it should have been.
- > > [...]
- With each piece that hit the ground, more of the ‘floor’ broke, where the floor was just something interdimensional, a landscape rewrite that produced floorboards about as durable as popsicle sticks, with a whole lot of fertile meat things beneath that surface.
- Blinding 11.7
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