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    Challenge Submission The Journal, Old and Bound

    The Journal, Old and Bound Ink humming beneath my hand, a whisper stirs within the pages, soft as ash, patient as rain. "You wrote of old steel, tangled high," "but forgot the hands that bled behind." It hums and murmurs low, a machine of dust and gold, wondering why it’s grown so old. It...
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