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... was something deeper. A silence so dense it pressed against my skin. I was no longer standing in the palace, nor in the ruins of the torn altar.
I was in the Cradle.
The sacred ground where the gods went to find ourselves or to lose ourselves entirely.
My bare feet touched cold stone, smooth and endless. I stood in a void with no sky, no wind, no scent—only breath and memory.
Then came the voice.
"You should never have lived."
It was mine.
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