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... oftly.
Atlas felt it immediately—the subtle wrongness in the air. Pressure shifted, not outward, but inward, as if the room itself had leaned closer. Mana curled back on itself like a held breath, every particle suddenly attentive. The corridor beyond the chamber seemed to stretch away, shadows lengthening where no light should bend, as though even Heaven had decided to listen.
The man before him stood tall, broad-shouldered, built like a weapon left leaning against a wall. Light ...
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