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Maxon
What the f**k is going on?
One second, I was kneeling on the courtyard in Zephyr’s compound. My body had never known such pain. The next thing I know, I’m yanked away on a vicious gust of wind.
My mind gets assaulted with so much stuff, I can’t take it all in. One place after another tumbles past me. Even worse, I don’t just see stuff. I’m part of it, too. First, I’m a summer wind that rolls down an empty city street. Then, I’m a storm tearing across the Himalayas. And finally, I’m a stream of air driving through a jet engine. This is insane.
Did I die and go to Hell?
No way. I’ve been to Hell. This is something else.
So what’s happening to me?
The answer’s almost clear when—whoosh—I’m carried away on another blast of wind. This time, I’m a gust that slams into skyscrapers
