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... s day’s events. The crystalline statue was gone, but its memory was seared into the minds of all who had witnessed its terrible creation. Fear was a palpable thing in the camp, a low hum of anxiety that ran beneath the surface of military discipline. Alex knew that fear, left untended, would curdle into resentment or rebellion. It was a volatile energy, and it needed to be channeled, shaped, and aimed. He would not allow the narrative of his terrible miracle to be written by the panicked whisper ...
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