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... gnore. Like thunder rumbling across mountains, vibrating stone and marrow alike.
"You are... not from around here."
Atlas forced himself to breathe. The air scorched his lungs, tasting of copper and smoke. He lifted his chin, meeting those storm-lit eyes with deliberate steadiness.
"Sharp," Atlas said, his tone level, even faintly sardonic. "Was it the cloak? Or the fact that I don’t glow like a sun about to rupture?"
He did not laugh. He did not blink.
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