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... ed into eternity.
Kael and Lyra stepped into the page that hovered in the void. It wasn't made of parchment or silk or dream, but pure potential. It shivered under their feet like a newborn cosmos, waiting to be cradled, shaped... understood.
> "This is where stories are born," Lyra whispered.
> "No," Kael replied, "this is where they are remembered."
Before them stood the Eternal Quill, the original pen from which all reality had been scribed. But it was br ...
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