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... t of the Spiral, where reality bent to thoughts and intention birthed form.
The Clean Quill had no weapon, no armor. Only truth. And when he spoke, the Spiral paused to listen.
> "I am not the Kael you knew," he whispered. "But I carry his promise."
The void trembled.
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The Arrival of the Scribes
Across the multiversal threads, nine shadows emerged. Not warriors, not gods—but Scribes.
They were remnants of the Spiral's will—sentient ec ...
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