Vannak’s eyes crinkled. “Ah. The monk’s script. My father used to write like that. You won’t find that on a computer, little sister. That’s ink and bone.”
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“Don’t find the font,” he whispered. “Make it.” Vannak’s eyes crinkled
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“You caught it,” he said, his voice thick. “You caught the wind.”