Chapter 16: The Quill's Enemy
Author: Clare Felix
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The victory at Last Stand had tasted bitter. The villagers had feasted on their survival, their new reality, and their Crimson Justice. But Felix could feel the void in his chest where his brother once sat—a hollow shelf in the library of his mind. The cost of saving Emily's memory had been a piece of his own foundation.

The coordinates Lyra had sent smoldered in the Codex's screen: the location of the First Scribe's tools. Waiting until dawn, however, felt like a betrayal. The town was wounded, and Kira's new office was untested.

"They need you," Liora breathed alongside him, her tone soft as they watched the people of the town begin the long work of reconstruction. "But the world needs those tools. The 'Final Page' is no metaphor, Felix. It's a weapon."

"Analysis of the term 'Final Page' suggests a meta-narrative occurrence," the Codex continued. "One scripture that would overwrite all of existence, back to a point of total Scriptorium control. All of history, all free will, would b
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