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... with thunder.
Not with storm.
With silence.
A thin line split the heavens directly above the capital of the Aetherian Empire. It stretched from horizon to horizon like a blade drawn across reality itself. Light bent around it. Clouds thinned and unraveled into threads, pulled inward toward the fracture.
In the Inner Sanctum, seven braziers extinguished at once.
The Apostle felt it before the alarms sounded.
A pressure against thought.
A pre ...
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