Chapter 97 THE INK THAT NEVER DRIES

My heart did a somersault. I stared at the blue pen on the floor. It hummed, a low, buzzing sound that felt like electricity dancing on my skin. This was the same pen that had shattered worlds. The same pen that had turned me into a monster. And yet, here it was, resting on the dusty floor of a clas...

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