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... ound wooden table. Someone’s voice, not loud, not angry just disappointed.
Lucen, smaller, maybe nine or ten, fingers stained from ink and chalk. Trying to sketch his own glyphs in secret before he even had a system.
It had been dumb. He knew that now. The circuits were wrong, the anchor marks too shaky. He’d tried to hide the paper behind his back, but the sigil was still glowing faintly.
His father had seen.
Had looked at the drawing. Then at him.
And sa ...
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