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... and Zac almost felt like he could sense a hint of confusion.
But that impression was soon drowned by an ocean of images that rose and sank like a breath. The rustle of the wind in the trees. A tropical storm raging above. An endless cycle, a natural progression. Trillions of lines forming a whole – a sphere.
“You’re this world,” Zac said with alarm. “Realm Spirit?”
‘World…’ the voice sighed. ‘I am – I am.’
By the words used, it sounded like the voice confirmed Za ...
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