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... e sky had long since sunk within it. Above the swirling black ocean, Fitran stepped forward.
His footsteps made no ripples. There was no sound. Only an abyssal silence surrounded him.
Before him, Leviathan rose—a serpent of the world, with bones of delirium, skin of vengeance, and eyes made from the remnants of failed love.
"O author of all tragedies, I come not to fight you, but to rewrite the ending of this tale."
Fitran's body was enveloped in ...
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