SageI closed my eyes.The whispers were soft at first, the way whispers always begin, barely there, plausible as imagination. But they grew as I turned my full attention toward them, as I stopped trying to hear them and simply allowed myself to. Like a frequency that sharpens when you stop forcing it.The words had no language I recognized. They moved through me in shapes rather than sounds, in meanings that arrived before the syllables did, the way sometimes in dreams you understand things that aren’t spoken aloud. I stayed very still. I let the shapes land.And slowly, painstakingly, they resolved.“This book may rewrite the story of whosever wields it with wisdom,” I said aloud, my eyes still closed, my voice quiet and careful the way your voice
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