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... s pines and silence, Morpheus was seething.
Around him, the mountain wind howled as if in mockery, and the ground beneath his boots cracked where his magic leaked uncontrolled, trembling from his rage yet even that trembles appear like a mockery to Morpheus who had snapped in anger.
Blue veins crawled along his neck, pulsing with rage, while another vein bulged at his temple. His fingers curled into the bark of the tree beside him, and in a second, the strength of his fury splint ...
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