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... was no hint of the floor he fell off from, and neither was there any hint of the Hierophant and the archivist-monks.
What’s happening?! Where am I?!
He waved his hands and kicked around. He acted out of instinct, trying to reach for something to hang on to and land on.
But there was nothing that could save him from the fall. He positioned his arms in front of his face out of instinct—or rather, desperation. At any point in time from now, he could hit the ground and—
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