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... matter, memory, even death itself. So who was to say it couldn’t devour swords? Or a throne?
More importantly, those two things hadn’t felt inanimate. They had presence, like sentient remnants clinging to form.
Maybe Devourer had marked them the moment he read their memories. Maybe it had found them appetizing. Familiar. Delicious.
’What am I even saying? I don’t know if this is even Devourer’s work.’
He exhaled, rubbing a hand over his face and casting one last g ...
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