| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - Jack would want to hold on to something, anything, but the ground is a shifting mess beneath his feet and he dares not to look, afraid of what he would see there. (Coals, coals, churning, charring ground and crumbling rocks, writhing upon themselves in the fireless hell the Earthbound god has invoked.) Jack does not remember when exactly he let go of the handles of his D-Wheel.
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