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¬ FASHIRE

I did not know what made me think it would be a good idea to take those documents with me. I was barely able to read or focus on breathing to even consider reading through multiple books. But the last dredge of miasma it held… I absorbed it, down to the suspicious ink used to write the texts.

That might explain why transcribing, writing down, or even reading these books posed a problem even to them.

The pain had been indescribable as if my very being was being deconstructed and reconstructed in multiple ways, and my consciousness was everywhere, all over the vast space I had locked myself in.