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... ach word a blade that cut through the silence.
Nevi’el’s voice dropped to a whisper, his eyes fixed on the marble. "He wore the same torn tunic. Still barefoot. His hair tangled, his eyes gentle. They offer him fruit. He smiles."
A long pause followed, a choir of silence that seemed to stretch into eternity, the throne’s flames dimming further, the air growing colder.
Then, the Father’s voice, calm and cutting: "Then the Abyss has yet to show him its truth."
Nevi’ ...
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