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... n, but because time itself had yet to be written.
The forked world turned lazily in its voidstuff cradle, spinning around nothing, anchored by nothing save thought.
Biomes bloomed and perished on its surface in gentle, unwanted rhythms—snowfields became jungles, ruins melted into flawless towers, cities phased in and out of being without ever quite being.
And at the center of it all were the four of them.
Kaito. Nyra. Kael. Iris.
The first writers of a wor ...
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