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... sing the technique he had dubbed "Kotodama."
Every time he uttered one of its syllables, he felt an inexplicable unease—like something distant brushing its gaze across him. Like wearing damp clothes that hadn’t fully dried—clammy, suffocating, wrong.
But the power was undeniable. Each time he activated it, the result was the same: forced silence, control, and disorientation. The strength of the effect seemed to depend on things like distance, willpower—almost like a tabletop RPG. ...
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