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... dations bled into infinity, something stirred. Not Thrones, not crowns—older. The marrow itself, the hidden bedrock on which decree had been carved. It quivered like a beast waking from a forced sleep, its chains rattling as Leon’s flame seeped deeper into its bones.
Above, beyond the rift, the Upper Thrones whispered to one another in languages older than stars. Not decree—plots. For the first time in eternity, they did not agree.
Some demanded descent, to crush the heresy befor ...
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