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... he storm, towering and unmoving. His claws twitched, blood soaking the wooden floor beneath him. His breathing was like rusted gears grinding inside a furnace.
Then something called to him. A whisper only he could hear. It came not from the world, but from somewhere deeper—something buried in memory and grief.
"You don't have to do this alone."
Wrath's eyes flickered. The voice was familiar. Soft. Gentle.
"You've done your part, my love. Let me carry some of the p ...
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