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... the air like a thunderclap, but it wasn’t the words that hit hardest—it was the weight behind them. Like iron chains wrapped around his soul, pulling his entire consciousness to a halt. His breath caught. His chest stiffened. That single question rooted itself in his nerves like a parasite and sent his fear scrambling in every direction.
"I—I am—" he stammered, but before he could come up with anything remotely useful, Ashborn’s voice cut through his words.
"Who are you to speak ...
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