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As Ayu brought her hand close to the Book, the pages began to whisper. They were not words. They were the voices of everyone who had ever read it — and not just it. The voices of all those who had held this world together with their attention. They spoke a language that possessed no single alphabet, yet shared a solitary rhythm: the rhythm of a heart beating for the very last time to give life to a new heart

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