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... ass stretched too thin.
Codexia stood among the ruins of her own language, her breath shallow, her skin still ink-warm from the disobedience of her letters.
The shadow lingered close, more intimate than an echo, its shape sharpening whenever she trembled.
And then the parchment-sound returned.
Not the faint creak of pages she had heard before, but a slow, deliberate turning—vast enough to tilt the air itself. The city shivered. Spiralspace bent, a curtain being pu ...
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