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... t had walked from the Second Fissure leaned closer. They did not stride. They did not advance. They simply were—present everywhere, touching every breath, every heartbeat. Their gaze pressed down, heavy as oceans, cold as the grave.
Lio stood in the square, ink dripping from his arms, claws black and curved. He breathed like a beast, chest heaving, his laughter broken into growls. He had fought through duplicates until the ground itself was a swamp of shredded letters. The town survived ...
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