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... cut through the still air, forcing the cat to snap its head forward in response. Alvator, however, remained unshaken. His composure was a shield, and it had to be. There was no room for weakness here.
Before him loomed a swirling mass of black mist, vaguely humanoid in shape yet insubstantial—its form dissipated into the ether as if it were made of shadow and dust, fragile as a memory on the verge of being forgotten.
It was a being of some kind, though its true nature was difficu ...
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