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... glass about to crack. Their faces—or the absence of them—shifted with every flicker of light, sometimes smooth as stone, sometimes warped with half-formed mouths that gasped soundlessly. They advanced without footsteps, gliding from the fissures as though birthed directly from the land’s wounds.
Kael raised his shard of blade high. Its glow sputtered but held, casting jagged light across the faceless host. He set his stance, scars pulsing like fire in his veins. “They’re not alive,” he ...
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