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... lator’s death; it bled. A jagged, ink-black tear appeared where the thirteenth eye had been, and from that void, a cold, suffocating pressure descended. It wasn’t the heavy weight of gold or the clinical light of the UPG. It was the feeling of a vacuum—a spiritual and digital "Negative Space."
Kaelen stood over the fading embers of the Speculator’s throne, his chest heaving. His Level 42 aura was a vibrant violet, but the edges were fraying. The "Hyper-Inflation" gambit had cost him more ...
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