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... body, like the shifting of unseen tides, warping the very nature of the world around him. The moment the helm settled, reality twisted.
The air grew heavy. The fog that had once cloaked the hilltop was swept away by a sudden, unnatural gust, a wind that didn’t howl, but whispered like the breath of an ancient one. The sky above dimmed, darkened, as if day had been strangled by the night.
Then it happened.
Crack!
The sky splintered, fractured like a mirror struck ...
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