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... eavy press of history trying to smother me—remnants of their final moments, the desperation and regret that once consumed them. It was like a wave of sorrow and anger threatening to bury me under centuries of longing. But I refused to budge. My reality was my own, and I would not have it rewritten by ghosts.
I locked eyes with the Betrayer, the figure who exuded the most raw malice of them all. His scornful grin twisted into something more feral, a wounded pride that recognized my defian ...
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