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... his mind boiling as a symbol of impossibility demanded everything he had to give and more.
The sigil was all he could see, all he could smell and touch. It whispered to him, low and crooning — secrets of strength, promises of conviction. Titanic angles pulsed like a living thing, turning through themselves along planes that sliced at the very fabric off his mind. It was too large. Too much.
But he had no choice.
It had been a weighted gamble — an assumption of odds that ...
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