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... nce of sound; it was the absence of the hum. Every living thing with a spark of mana has a resonance, a frequency that connects it to the world. Inside the radius of the obsidian spikes, that connection was severed. I felt like a machine with its power coupling ripped out—stalled, cold, and dangerously light.
Dr. Vane didn’t have that problem. His movements weren’t magical; they were chemical. The alchemical stimulants coursing through his veins didn’t care about dampening fields. He mov ...
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