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... y epochs, folded paradoxes, and the solemn breath of collapsed Wheels of Existence.
Still.
Silent.
Primarchs and Resplendent Monads dotted the mountains and broken lands, their gazes largely fixed in one direction.
Toward a figure.
Toward the one seated at the very heart of the Cradle of Folded Time.
Noah Osmont.
The Stranger.
He remained unmoving.
As endless epochs of folded time crashed against him, waves that would have u ...
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