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... med, but offered.
Kaela stood barefoot upon the threshold of the Echo-Silts, the realm of broken syntax, her form already unraveling into glints of meaning half-forgotten. She wore no armor, no glyph-skin, only the translucent veil of story threads unraveling from her navel like rootless sentences. Each step she took bled a forgotten vowel into the air, and even that was too loud.
"This place will not open to us," she murmured—not aloud, but into the marrow of the Codex. "It must ...
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