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The rain in the city of Oakhaven did not fall so much as it seeped, a cold, persistent mist that soaked into the stone walls of the scriptorium and settled in the bones of those who worked there. Elias, twelve years old and thin as a reed, pressed his quill against the parchment, the nib scratching a sound like a dying insect against the skin of the page. He was copying the *Codex Aeternum*, a...
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