She reached a clearing where a stone circle stood, each monolith etched with the same symbol. In the center lay a shallow depression, a perfect circle of polished obsidian. It pulsed faintly, like the beat of a sleeping heart.
Mira’s eyes sparkled with defiant curiosity. “Then why is the codex here? Who left it?” sxyporm
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She felt a surge of pride, then a pang of fear—what if the knowledge was too great, too dangerous? What if it fell into the wrong hands? sxyporm