I didn’t see the great hall fall. I’ve spoken to nine different people who were there after the eleventh leash snapped, and I don't believe a single one of them, not entirely. I wasn't there in any way that mattered.I had only the black.It wasn't the stark, blinding white of the waystation, that ringing, luminous void with a high, sustained note vibrating through it. This was absolute dark. Down had ceased to exist. A sharp, rhythmic agony vibrated through the bridge of my nose, every heartbeat detonating like a hard bang behind my eyes. I tried to sit up, but my spine collapsed under me. I tried to curl my fingers, but my left hand lay useless and flat against the stone. Blood was coming out of me, slow, steady streams leaking from places I couldn't account for.Later, Ilma told me about it. Her voice carried the clinical flatness of a master physician, though she couldn't quite mask the tremor beneath it. "I have spent forty years learning what a body can be asked to give," she wh
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