Knife To The Throat

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{Outside The Projection} 

The moment IT was mentioned, the hall shifted.

Not in any way one could point to and say, "Ah, see, that's changed."

Yeah, no. This was different.

Like a soft whisper in the wind, something stirred in their minds.

A ripple of memories, blurred and distorted, came and went so fast it might as well have never been there.

Yet they all felt it.

A prickling at the nape.

A tightness in the chest.

A moment of weightlessness.

They felt like mortals standing on the edge of a great height with no railing to catch them.

And then—gone.

Like a breath exhaled.

Like nothing had happened at all.

There was no, "...The fuck was that?"

No. It was gone. 

All it took was a beat.

The hall snapped back, pulling them away from the abyss and into the moment.

"Guess I'm in the war business now."