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... of my hand like battery acid.
It crawled up my forearm, searing the administrative law of the Ivory Sky directly into my eighteen-year-old nervous system. My human heart hammered against my ribs, a frantic, agonizing rhythm. The vessel was failing. The sheer, terrifying density of the Sovereign Authority was too massive for a mortal frame to channel for more than a few minutes.
My lungs dragged in the superheated, sulfur-scented air of the locked Skybox. I tasted copper.
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