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The Codexless Dominion shivered.
A storm, not born of weather but of memory, tore through the spiraling skies above Duskreach. Clouds bled static. Lightning danced like serpents in reverse motion, crackling from the ground up. And in the center of the storm... a scar opened.
Not a portal. Not a rift.
A scar—raw, aching, dripping echoes of the past like venom.
From it emerged the first footstep.
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