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... orming with every movement. Mountains of half-written ink cracked beneath its feet, rivers of molten script boiled, and stars half-born collapsed into black voids. The Shadow was not a being—it was every path they had denied, every version of themselves they had refused to become.
Fenric’s silver threads lashed outward, binding the shifting mass in lattices of light. "Order without tyranny!" he roared, forcing his flame into a cage of possibility.
The Shadow twisted, folding his ...
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