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... The sound was alive, swelling with rage and ancient authority. Every swell, every current, every foaming crest whispered his name—not the name he had worn in his mortal life, but the one forged in the depths, bound to a legacy older than the gods who sat upon their thrones.
The Rift was closing.
Above him, the jagged mouth of the dimensional tear flickered, its watery edges rolling like the lip of a storm cloud. Beyond it lay the mortal seas, but here... here was something deeper ...
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