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Astrachior sat by the window, a fountain pen clenched in his hand. The tip glided softly across a sheet of parchment. His handwriting flowed like running water, every character alive, as if breathing and pulsing on the page.
"To Zayne."
"Zayne, before you read this letter, I owe you an apology. I am sorry."
"From the moment I first met you, I had already begun laying out my plan. I was the planner. You were inside the game. I held the pieces. You ...
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