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He did not look back. The first hour was ordinary—if you can call descending into a bottomless pit ordinary. The walls of the Rift were striated like sedimentary rock, but upon closer inspection, the layers were not stone. They were compressed things : bone fragments, rusted gears, shattered lenses, the husks of insects the size of horses. Every few hundred feet, a ledge would jut out, and on it would be an object: a child’s doll with button eyes, a still-warm cup of tea, a mirror that showed not your reflection but the back of your own head.

said the abyss. “Tell me what you see.” Deepanalabyss

Kaelen touched nothing. He had read the accounts. The abyss fed on attention. He did not look back

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. They were compressed things : bone fragments, rusted