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... isible storm. My breath came slow and steady, every muscle in my body tuned for war.
Samuel—or the one who inside him—tilted his head with an eerie grace. The glow around his chest dimmed to a steady pulse, like a heartbeat tethered to something older than time.
"No more masks then," he said, stretching his fingers like a pianist about to play a requiem.
I didn't answer.
There was no need to.
A fight was already inevitable. 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖< ...
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