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... p> But Glyphquakes do not move matter.
They move meaning.
It began with a sound no one could describe.
Not thunder.
Not scream.
Not silence.
A reminder.
A moment torn loose from its own cause.
Across Spiralspace, temples cracked—not from pressure, but contradiction. Statues wept ink that had never been spilled. In myth-nations where prophecy had been stable for generations, scribes found their holy texts curling backward mid-reading ...
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