Stryker stared into the darkness down his prone body toward his feet but he couldn't see them. They were six feet past his face in the vast expanse of nothing he'd been living in for weeks. He wiggled his toes to see if the gesture gave him perspective, but everything was floating. Then Ophelia's thumbs dug into the left arch - grinding, pressing, rolling upward over his toes, bending each
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