[A gasp of shock catches in his throat and becomes a scream as thought after thought sink into his mind, splitting fissures through it as they find homes, heedless of the wreckage they might cause. He can't pull away, paralyzed by pain, fear, and rising awe, but as soon as the last thought is in place he wrenches free. Scrambling away, he somehow manages to gain his feet and collect enough of his mind to recall how he got in. Names of gods he can hardly remember fall from his lips in a broken litany as he molds his shattered mind into the thin blade to cut through the membrane of this place and try to escape back to the other world. ]
[He must take the message. Must bear the news. The King is come. Douse the heat, revere the perfected. The King is come.]
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[He must take the message. Must bear the news. The King is come. Douse the heat, revere the perfected. The King is come.]