The black corridor smelled like ink, dust, and old fear.That was Jack's first thought as he fell through it. His second was that gravity had apparently stopped attending meetings. He hit a wall that became a floor, rolled across a sentence half-written in glowing type, and slammed shoulder-first into a pile of rejected clauses.Haley landed on top of him."Ow," she said. "Why is your destiny always so hard?"Katherine landed on her feet, because of course she did. Her coat settled around her like a judge's robe. She looked down the corridor, eyes narrowed."Draft layer," she said.The Hollowsmith crashed through a paragraph and emerged with three semicolons stuck in his gears. "Not exactly. This is the threshold between drafted possibility and locked event. The Authorial Lock sits above it."Haley sat up. "I hate how everyone says terrible things like they are explaining parking validation."The corridor stretched in both directions, lined wi
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