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... t it had been rubbed from stone, scratched from parchment, and struck from memory. The centuries had made sure of that.
In the places where sages whispered and monks drank ink in their meditations, he was only called the Architect of the End.
A frail figure wrapped in a robe stitched with fragments of dead tongues, he walked not upon soil or sky, but along the edges of a void where light itself faltered.
He carried no staff, no blade, only a scroll that never ran out of p ...
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