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Chapter 241 - 240: When Gods Remember How to Cry
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... It did not tremble with triumph, nor did it echo with victory.
It breathed.
Slowly.
Cautiously.
As if uncertain whether it had been permitted to continue.
The erasures ceased.
Not abruptly, not with declaration, but with absence of further loss. Where once entire systems had vanished like thoughts forgotten mid sentence, now there was stillness. A fragile stillness, held together by something unseen, something that had no name within the language o ...
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