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... ust. It did not move with muscle or sinew—it drifted like a nightmare caught between worlds, warping the light and bending sound.
Its gaping mouth emitted no scream, but everyone felt it.
A shriek that carved through memory, not air.
Argolaith gritted his teeth as another pulse struck him like a blow to the skull.
Images again.
Visions that were not his.
A ruined temple.
A burning sword buried in stone.
A woman wreathed in light, sh ...
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