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... t—it was syntax, the structure of reality widening to make room for something older than form.
The bridge behind me dissolved, leaving only the faint hum of pages turning somewhere above.I tightened my grip on the Broken Quill. Its faint golden glow pulsed in rhythm with my heartbeat.
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[ System Notice: Transit Complete ]
[ Current Location — Unwritten Realm: The Margin Between Pages ]
[ Warning: Language Density Unstable ]
The air shimmered with l ...
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