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... he’d even heard anything at all.
It was like a thousand storms collided and detonated inside his skull, crashing and howling with relentless fury. Somewhere within that chaos, buried deep in the heart of the storm, was a voice—cold, distant, and terrifyingly composed.
It wasn’t a voice that spoke. It was a presence that declared.
The storm itself was made of darkness. Cold. Hollow. A wind of catastrophic change that clawed at his soul with unseen talons. Fear didn’t rise— ...
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