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... ow descent into loss from the moment the first tendril slithered through a fracture. The artefact’s power was constrained in a way that was literally inhuman, the precision impossible by mortal hands, but no matter how hard the nut if you hammered at it long enough you’d get something to show for it. Brute force all the way through would have take days, maybe even an entire week, but that’d never been the plan. All the Night I could channel into relentless pressure without needing to guide the r ...
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