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... and thunder. It was a quiet, solemn manifestation, a being of pure starlight coalescing from the very fabric of the Primary Weaver.
It had no face, only a shifting, vaguely humanoid shape of swirling galaxies and distant nebulae. But the feeling of its presence was immense, a deep, ancient power tinged with a profound, cosmic sorrow. It had come to witness the final battle for the reality it had helped to create.
"The shadow falls," Xylar’s voice echoed, not as sound, but as a w ...
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