Echoes of the Forgotten God

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…He felt the familiar knot of fear tighten in his stomach. He was a boy with a gift, a gift that felt more like a curse. He yearned for control, for understanding, but the path forward seemed shrouded in shadow and uncertainty. The echoes of the forgotten god, the whispers that Valerius spoke of, felt less like a promise and more like a threat. He was a spark in a tinderbox, and the slightest misstep could ignite a conflagration that would consume everything. The weight of that realization settled upon him, a suffocating blanket he could not escape. He was a conduit, Lyra had said. But what was he conducting? And what would happen when the dam finally broke?