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... he fabric of reality grew thin enough for gods to gather without their combined presence tearing apart whatever realm hosted them. It was ancient beyond measure—older than the oldest pantheons, carved from crystallised time itself by beings whose names had been forgotten before the first star learned to burn.
Concentric rings of obsidian seats descended toward a central platform, each tier positioned to accommodate the different hierarchies of divine power. The highest seats, shrouded in ...
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