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... hange the future in more ways than one. }}}}}
The whisper was a weight against Atlas’ skull, neither voice nor breath but something colder—like a vibration that rang behind his teeth.
"...I prefer it to be so," Atlas muttered aloud, though no one stood close enough to hear.
{{{{{ ...I kind of had a feeling. }}}}}
Atlas frowned, his golden eyes narrowing. About what?
{{{{{ I told you before, child of dust, you will reign ten times—no, a thousand times—more ...
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