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... surface, a pressure in his veins, a glow in the marrow of his bones. Something burning. Something ancient. Something waiting.
At first, Atlas had dismissed it. Blamed it on the Dark Continent—on the way death rewrites you when it drags you back from the brink. He’d woken up changed, sure. Stronger. Faster. Hungrier. But he figured it was just trauma. The usual scars that don’t show.
He was wrong.
"...Yggdrasil seeds," he muttered, the words tasting old in his mouth. Sacre ...
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