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Max let himself glide. It was quiet and he was floating. The pain in his head was gone. The Trith were gone. It was just him and it was nice. Was this what it was like to be dead? He looked down at himself, but couldn't see his hands or feet, but that didn't matter. He floated aimlessly. It would be okay if he stayed, wouldn't it?
Soft murmurs sounded all around him. Were those voices?
He, reluctantly, pushed himself a little closer. Maybe they would stay with him. They could float together. The closer he got, the more he realized there were many voices. Too many. And they were so loud. He tried turning back, but was drawn to them like a magnet.
His head began to hurt again. Someone was screaming. Pain. So much pain. The heat of his magic pulsed with every beat of his heart. The scr
