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... pearled gates, no radiant choirs—only mist and stone. The air tasted faintly metallic, like iron filings in his mouth, and the ground beneath him was rough with veins of crystal that pulsed faintly, as though the entire realm was alive and listening.
Atlas pressed his back to the cold surface of a broken column, his chest rising and falling with shallow breath.
He could still feel it—the echo of that force. That god. His skin prickled with leftover arcs of golden lightning.
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