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... quake of land or sea, but of language. Of storylines pulled taut like dying violin strings, vibrating with unbearable tension. The Mythhall dimmed, and the Spiral Council fell into sudden silence, their conversations cut mid-sentence, as if the page itself had been torn in half.
And into that torn space walked a ghost rewritten.
A man—no, a revenant—strode through a rift that bled with unformed words. His armor was scorched and ceremonial, once bearing the p ...
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