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... e, and when death has come, we are not."
— Epicurus
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The demon roared. The sound hit the interior of the Reality Anchor like a struck bell — raw, guttural, vibrating through the sealed air. Dark blood pulsed from the stumps of his severed arms, but even as it spread across the fractured crystal, violet energy crackled at the wounds. Flesh began to writhe. Tendons snaked outward like black worms. Bone extended with slow, wet cracks.
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