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... of my Soul like a man tearing himself from a dream. I fought through waves of unending fury, the atmospheric pain thick like tar as it clung to my skin. My eyes jolted open, and I was barely aware enough to restrain my heartbeat from turning my hair back to its original color and diffusing every illusion of being a pantheon from my form.
The air was suffused with that agony, hammering heartbeats an unending assault on my eardrums. Intent fused with heartfire to create something higher, ...
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