The Distant Legend

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The ink did not dry; it breathed. I watched the black pool on the parchment swell and recede like a living lung, the letters shifting from the Latin script of the Codex of Breath into a jagged, screaming warning that I could not read but felt in my marrow. My father, Thomas the Elder, lay three rooms away in the infirmary, his breath rattling in the back of his throat, and the Abbot had...

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