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The Maw. 

The dreamer stands at the edge of the abyss and stares deeply into it, while is stares into his soul in return. The silver cord that binds him is tattered and frayed, yet it still keeps him from falling. How it still holds is a wonder, as even now more strands come unbound.  Soon it …

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