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Emerging from the writing cave
The water closes over him, colder than expected, heavier too. There is no sense of up or down, only the slow pull forward. When he surfaces, the world is wrong in ways he can’t name at first. The Well is still there, ancient and silent, but everything around it feels altered, as if time itself has shifted just enough to notice. And somewhere beneath the surface, something is waiting for him to remember.
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