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... should not have existed.
It began at the Codex roots—those ancient tendrils of reality that once only responded to the quill of authors and the voice of gods. Now, they twitched and bled as something deeper rumbled beneath them. Something forgotten. Something returning.
Kaela had called it a fracture.
Azael, in his old tongue, had named it a "choir of contradictions."
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