“You have stolen from me,” his voice cracked like broken branches, his words stirring the air like he was snatching it from the sky. I swallowed, uncertain of this being and what he wanted from me, but his anger lashed at the world with a potency that made me weigh my words before I released them. “Stolen?” I asked. Those screams grew louder, their voices echoing through my skull, my body spasming beneath the furious power of their cries. “I am the master of death,” he sneered, leaning down over me, his staff driving into my ribs, a crack sounding beneath the pressure he exerted and those
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