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... h to anchor the cosmos. Its whisper spilled into the marrow of their bones, weaving not as command, but as invitation.
"You chose. You refused inevitability. And so you are granted the freedom to write. To inscribe what cannot be given, only forged."
The air rippled—pages of invisible parchment unfolding in every direction, stretching into eternity. Each shimmered with faint impressions, not yet words, but possibilities. Empty. Waiting.
Fenric’s breath stilled. His silver ...
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