The fine rattan paper was smooth under his hands, cool and smooth with no tooth and little hint of weave. Inky-black characters were lined up neatly, marching down the page in narrow columns, sealing his fate, but he couldn't see them anymore as his vision tunneled out.
Destiny yawned like a deep abyss in front of him, with the stark characters this exile is rescindable only by bearing the Avatar back dead or alive imprinted on his mind, and his father's stamp burning like a brand, like his wound, in his memory.
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The fine rattan paper was smooth under his hands, cool and smooth with no tooth and little hint of weave. Inky-black characters were lined up neatly, marching down the page in narrow columns, sealing his fate, but he couldn't see them anymore as his vision tunneled out.
Destiny yawned like a deep abyss in front of him, with the stark characters this exile is rescindable only by bearing the Avatar back dead or alive imprinted on his mind, and his father's stamp burning like a brand, like his wound, in his memory.