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... nt of creation clawing its way back from ruin, sharp and metallic on the tongue, like biting into a storm-forged blade.
Atlas moved slowly, deliberately, as if each step carried the memory of what had been lost and the weight of what must be rebuilt, his boots scraping faintly against the uneven ground where shards of marble still lay half-buried, cool and unyielding beneath his soles.
The ruins of his home were no longer mere skeletons of walls and shattered tiles; magic twisted ...
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