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... not merely powerful but strange. There was something beneath the man’s skin, something humming and coiled and unnatural, and it never sat right with him. Morpheus walked as if the world itself bent around him. As if destiny was nothing more than a script that he, personally, had written. As if every path, every life form, every breath of existence would obediently fall into place for him because he wanted it so.
And Cassius had seen that kind of delusion before.
He had grown up ...
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