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... ick with the taste of ozone and the static prickle of raw, unrefined mana. Every time the central sphere ticked, a wave of pressure hit my chest, threatening to collapse my lungs. The silver rings of the cage were spinning at such a high velocity that they had blurred into a solid, shimmering cylinder of light, and the temperature in the room was climbing by the second. I could feel the Centurion through the granite pillar, its silver-inlaid bones vibrating in sympathy with the ancient machine. ...
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