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Kaelen felt something brush his ankle. Not a hand. A thought that had grown fingers.

The darkness began to take shape. Not a monster. Not a god. Something worse: a mirror. A vast, curved surface of black glass that showed Kaelen his own reflection—except the reflection was smiling, and Kaelen was not. Deepanalabyss

Kaelen touched nothing. He had read the accounts. The abyss fed on attention. Kaelen felt something brush his ankle