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XLVI.III Center of Mass
I sincerely underestimated just how large my own mind was.

"Ica?"

An hour had probably already passed in mindscape-time as I continued my trek to find that idiot phoenix.

...

Wow... I actually thought of Ica as an idiot. That was a first. If she was here right now, she'd probably be pissed as shit at me. Then again, she might be reading my mind even now and I just couldn't see her seething.

Or maybe she had collapsed somewhere and she couldn't even hear me at all...

Fuck! "Ica?!"

Following the strand had proven laughably slow as I continued to let it guide me to my wayward patient. In all honesty, it was the only thing keeping me afloat in the middle of my own library as I navigated whatever views and wonders this place had to give me
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