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... but the true silence of the abyss — a place where light had never touched, where pressure crushed all but the hardiest of life into dust.
Here, mountains rose from the seafloor like jagged teeth. Canyons plunged into bottomless black. And in the heart of one such trench, something moved.
It was not fast, nor small. Its motion was a slow, deliberate shifting, as though waking from a dream that had lasted centuries.
Chains, thicker than the masts of any ship, lay broken on ...
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