Echoes in Ink

The binding of the ancient book creaked open, releasing a scent of forgotten ages. As my vision drifted across the yellowed pages, I felt an undeniable excitement run down my back. The script seemed to move, whispering secrets across the vast chasm of time. Every sentence felt like a piece of a
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