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... e voice wasn’t a sound. It pressed straight into him, bypassing ears and language. It felt ancient, immense, and disturbingly familiar—like someone calling him by a childhood nickname he didn’t remember giving away.
He squared his shoulders. "You dragged me here. Start talking."
A figure formed from the haze. Not an angel—not even close. Angels were messengers shaped for speech and distance. This was the root. The source. A human outline cut from light, shifting between silhouett ...
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