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Chapter 2: The Boy In The Attic
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... s, and none had ever returned victorious. Yet as storms tore through the heavens and the fires of war consumed the land below, that belief was finally giving way.
High atop a shattered cliff stood a man who had once embodied that certainty.
Now, he could barely stand.
His golden slitted eyes tracked the widening fractures in the sky. Each rift glowed with a faint blue light, spreading slowly as thunder rolled through the heavens. The air trembled with every pulse, straine ...
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