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... ifting storm of unreality, the air warping as the Rift’s power surged uncontrollably. The ground beneath his feet cracked—not with the familiar groan of stone or the crumble of soil, but with a crystalline dissonance, as though reality itself was splintering apart. Fractals of time shimmered beneath him, glimpses of shattered futures and pasts flickering like dying embers in a fire.
A child laughing. A battlefield soaked in blood. A quiet grave under a sky too still.
None of it m ...
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