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SpeechlessAlistair stood at the cliff, staring into the distance. The Black City, chained and distant, no longer drew his interest, and the shifting appearance of the landscape that had so fascinated him when he’d first arrived barely received a glance. Mostly he stood on the cliff, so that he wouldn’t have to look at—
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With a grimace he threaded his fingers together and squeezed them hard, the pain stopping the thought before it ended. Odd how pain is still so real here, he mused as he drew his hands apart and shook them gently. It had been a shock when he’d arrived, too, though the agony then had been more of the heart than of the body. A hand reached up reflexively to his neck, tracing the clean, straight line of a scar that always lingered. Quickly he lowered it, forcing his thoughts elsewhere than that last fateful day of his life.
As always when he stood there, his gaze eventually dropped down, to the nothingness below him. The ground he stood upon had no de