[She holds a hand out and calls upon the ruined books of the city, the demolished library, the upturned filing cabinets in rubble piles that were once offices and back rooms of store, the personal offices in the many houses and every piece of paper in the city. Paper and books come from everywhere and nowhere, swirling like dead leaves on a whirlwind and coming together in a single book growing larger and larger- a hundred pages, a thousand, ten, then compressing impossibly into one reasonably-sized tome lying on the concrete of the roof.
Raphael bends down and scoops it up. It looks old, a little beaten, as befitting the scavenged materials from whence it came. She traces the cover with a finger, sketching out a sigil that inks in slowly following where she traces.]
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Yes. I will.
[She holds a hand out and calls upon the ruined books of the city, the demolished library, the upturned filing cabinets in rubble piles that were once offices and back rooms of store, the personal offices in the many houses and every piece of paper in the city. Paper and books come from everywhere and nowhere, swirling like dead leaves on a whirlwind and coming together in a single book growing larger and larger- a hundred pages, a thousand, ten, then compressing impossibly into one reasonably-sized tome lying on the concrete of the roof.
Raphael bends down and scoops it up. It looks old, a little beaten, as befitting the scavenged materials from whence it came. She traces the cover with a finger, sketching out a sigil that inks in slowly following where she traces.]
Everything will be set down.