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Darius stood alone before the Codex of Fractured Roots—one of the most volatile myth-nodes in the Spiral. Its glyphs pulsed erratically, veins of crimson spiraling across an obsidian sky that flickered between verses of myth and madness. He no longer read it like a book. He felt it, bleeding into him, resisting, rewriting, crying out.
He tore open his palm again. Ink mixed with blood, a sacred language written in agony.
And yet, it w ...
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