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the world platod, what should have been a peak on which to pearch o take in a vista of simular mountain tops similar to the sights seen by adrenaline junkie ticks on the backs of porcupines. Instead all Imogen could think of when she dragged her weary carcus over the pinicle was this is what the cue ball sees just before its struck.

The world was expansive and flat. Not just flattened stone showing tool marks or signs of work but as flat as a pain of crystal clear ice on a millpond, as flat as a crisp white sheet on an awaiting honeymoon bed, as flat as a Swedish furniture delivery or a fox on the M25, and as annoyingly flat as Imogen's chest through her early teenage years.

She picked herself to her feet and stumbled from the effort almost reversing her journey in a fraction of the time. The creature steadiued her and pulled her from the edge.

"Not now, not when I am so close to the end." It said warmly. "Look, the path ends. The final door back to your world stands and you have but to approach to open it.

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