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Chapter 381 - Consciousness Unfolding

Author: Kristy Pearson
last update Petsa ng paglalathala: 2026-06-23 09:36:39

(Apollo)

Consciousness did not return as a gentle rising, nor as any waking a mortal might recognise. It hauled him upward through a mire thick as pitch, a slow, suffocating ascent through a heaviness that clung to thought and breath alike, each stratum pressing down with the weight of centuries as awareness fought to reforge itself from fragments. Sound arrived first, not as clarity, but as a distant tolling, a hollow resonance that reverberated through bone rather than air, followed by the u
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