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... ad not fallen; it had simply unraveled, pulled apart by the same chaos he’d once wielded. I had not emerged untouched. My hands were scorched. My ribs ached like they were shattered. Blood—divine, tainted, ancient—dripped from my jaw.
But I was alive.
Barely.
"I did it," I rasped, though no one stood near enough to hear.
Or so I thought.
A whisper drifted from the blackened edge of the realm. Not in words. In sensation. A cold knowing. Like something exhal ...
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