CHAPTER 140 — THE BODY WITHOUT THE SOUL

Darkness swelled.

Not like night—

night has shape, softness, air.

This was absolute.

A void that swallowed sound, breath, memory.

I floated in it—

weightless, nameless, hollow—

like a body without gravity

or a thought without a mind to hold it.

Then—

like a candle flickering in a storm—

I hea...

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