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... perhaps—splintered one after another, cracking under a pressure too deep and too wide to comprehend. Each fracture thundered through the abyss like the groan of a dying world. Dust fell in avalanches, and chains writhed through the air like serpents convulsing in pain.
At the center of it all lay Lin.
He was half-conscious, half-slipping into the marrow itself. His body was torn, threads of resonance bleeding from his pores in ribbons of black-gold light. His chest heaved once, ...
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