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... ave forgotten how, as though my lungs had revolted at the idea of taking in air in a world where such a thing could exist.
The obsidian greatsword slid through Salem’s chest like parchment, clean, precise, inevitable. The sound it made wasn’t the scream of steel but the hollow note of reality cracking at the seam, a sound so sharp it seemed to echo inside my bones rather than the chamber, as if the blade had always been destined to pierce him, and time had merely caught up.
Salem ...
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