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... h the Eye were drawing in a long, contemplative breath. The formless figure—its limbs of nothing, its face of absence—hung suspended, flickering between erasure and recognition.
The newborn realm trembled on a knife’s edge. Not erasing now, but not yet whole. It was clay between hands that had not decided whether to sculpt or shatter.
And then—
The Eye spoke again, softer than before. Its voice did not rumble like law or command. It was closer this time. Intimate. Like a ...
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