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Chapter 151: The Void and the Tremor
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... you even know what a Thaumamorph is?"—didn’t just hang in the air; it drilled into my skull, echoing in the hollow chamber of my mind, each syllable landing like a hammer on an anvil. Thaumamorphs. The word was alien, a cluster of harsh syllables that meant nothing to my conscious mind, and yet... my body knew. My hands, which had just steadied, began to tremble again, a fine, uncontrollable vibration that started in my fingertips and raced up my arms.
Why? Why am I feeling this?
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