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... in front of the book.
Caspian Arvell.
A name that meant nothing, and yet gnawed at me like something half-remembered from a dream. The pages of the book remained stubbornly blank to ordinary eyes—but I wasn’t just relying on my eyes anymore.
With a flick of my wrist, I activated the Grimoire of Patterns. A silvery shimmer passed through my pupils as the skill aligned my senses to detect subtle, repeatable phenomena—shifts in mana flow, embedded sequences, pattern echoes. ...
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