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... e in his chest sharpening into something colder. It wasn’t pain. It wasn’t fear. It was an alarm.
The hall chamber felt suddenly too small, the air stale and heavy, like a tomb sealed too long. The Council members were still staring at him, frozen in the wake of his outburst, but they no longer mattered.
Their voices—their very existences—faded into white noise. This wasn’t impatience. This wasn’t irritation. This was the same instinct that had dragged him out of battlefields sec ...
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