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... id, as if those words alone explained the chill burning inside her bones. "I drove for his eyes. He watched the strike like he’d already memorized its weight. Felt... unnecessary to move."
Orvath’s chuckle rasped up from deep in his chest. "He will blink when the altar sings. They all will." He turned to the iron slab in the room’s center—a map etched with rune-ink that still glistened wetly. Ribs representing the leviathan curled across parchment, each notch marked by a shard-symbol. A ...
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