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... now whole again. And then—
WHOOOSH.
A jagged rupture split the air—space itself cracking like glass under pressure. Out from the rift stumbled Art.
His divine, radiant image from before? Gone.
Now he looked like a beggar at best. Clothes in tatters, face caked with ash, eyes dazed and hollow. There was no lingering divinity to be found—only weariness clinging to every inch of him.
I tilted my head, expression impassive, voice devoid of inf ...
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