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... tood before us, his chest rising and falling in slow, steady breaths, as though each inhalation was an act of defiance against some invisible force. The golden light in his eyes — unnatural, cold — had finally dimmed. Now there was only the familiar storm-grey gaze, wary and sharp, fixed on the three of us.
"What... happened to me?" he asked, voice low, almost hoarse. "I... I remember rage, and... something pulling at me. Like my will was... buried."
Ares stepped forward, grippin ...
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