Iarabroin - ~upd~

Chapter 4 – The Shadow of the Ink

Prologue

It was a stormy night when young apprentice scribe sought shelter in the abandoned library of the old palace. The rain hammered the stone walls, and lightning illuminated rows of dust‑laden tomes. Among the cracked spines, Mira's eye fell upon a thin, vellum‑bound notebook, its cover etched with a single, silvered rune: 𐍈 . iarabroin