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... in the faint electric tremor beneath his skin, in the way the night sky seemed to pulse around him as though the world itself recognized the shift.
Too many unexpected events were unfolding too quickly. Threads he had intended to pull gently were now twisting, tangling, accelerating. The plot—his plot—was turning faster than he could track, yet not fast enough for what he needed.
He needed to push harder. Push through. Use everything he had.
Even the things he wished he ...
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