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... iterally gone.
The atmosphere had been ripped away ten minutes ago. It was replaced by the suffocating, tension of the Outer Gods.
Gravity? A concept.
Physics? A knowledge.
Hope? Error 404.
And Arthur? The Chosen Hero? The Beacon of the Humanity? The man carrying the fate of 8 billion human souls in his inventory?
He was crying.
He was actually, physically, sobbing.
"I... I can’t do ...
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