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The wind howls past the ears, breaking through layers of the sea of clouds.
Pressed against the chest by his own weapon, as if bearing the weight of a towering mountain.
Thoughts gather at the wrist for a moment, then shift away.
Since gaining consciousness, Heracles had never felt so weak.
Because chains, hovering between form and formless, were wrapping around him, binding the strength capable of moving mountains and overturning peaks.
This is the ...
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