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Chapter 59. Hollow Victory
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The white light was not warm. It was not cold either. It was… sterile.

It felt like walking inside a massive fluorescent tube. There was no up, no down. Gravity was only a faint concept maintained by the last fragments of Oliver’s sanity. He staggered forward. Every step he took left behind a trail of shattered pixels in the empty air. His body… his body was no longer flesh.

He looked at his own hands. His skin was transparent, revealing a skeletal structure of light beneath. His fi
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