An old book lies on the table, the edges of its leather covers charred and worn. You reach out and open it to the first page. The smell of burning parchment meets your nose as words sear themselves into the old paper. A crow calls from the blackened rafters with a mournful phoenix by its side. The home of their master... reduced to smoldering rubble...

But the stories live on.

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