Volume I
A record of every day humanity has shaped — kept by lantern-light, read aloud by no one.
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XII·Day 12
At dawn, a great wounded dragon crashes into the city square. Its scales steam. Its breath rattles. Soldiers form a ring; children watch from the rooftops. Whatever you choose, the city will remember.
The aftermath has not yet been written.
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XI·Day 11
The river rose in the night and swallowed the lower archive. Half the world's history is dissolving in cold black water. Scribes are screaming. The Archmage is silent.
What followed
The scribes were pulled from the water. Half of recorded history is lost. Already, the older stories are being told differently.
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Here ends what has been written