The Final Medical Bill
Then, from the center of the blank void above the block, a massive, structural line of live text began to format itself across the sky in real-time, its words written in the unmistakable, dark blue font of Julian's harvested syntax:
TO BE CONTINUED IN THE REVISION.
Directly beneath her back, the flat white sheet of the city didn't stay flat. A massive, three-dimensional hand woven out of pure, liquid midnight-blue ink erupted from the page, its fingers opening wide to catch her falling body just as the sky-sized iron block slammed down from above with a concussive, world-shattering DING of a typewriter carriage.
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