The Distant Summer

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The ink on page four hundred and twelve was moving again, a slow, viscous crawl that defied the static nature of the parchment. Elias leaned closer, his breath held in the cold air of the archive, watching the letters rearrange themselves into a sentence that hadn’t been there a moment before: *You are not ready to leave.* He blinked, and the text settled back into the original, mundane...

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