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... u fear me?"
Ikenga held her gaze. "I do fear death, but I do not fear you."
"But I am death?" Keles’s voice was a soft, dangerous whisper, a subtle challenge in the stillness of Zarvok’s observation chamber.
Ikenga didn’t flinch. He maintained his steady gaze, his grip on her arm firm but not tight. "You are the vessel through which it manifests, Keles. You are the harbinger, the watcher, the guide. But you are not the inevitable cessation itself. Death is a force, a fund ...
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