Inteachán gasped.

Every inch of every wall was covered with tiny handwriting. But not just the walls. The floor. The ceiling. The windows. Every available surface had been written on.

Inteachán edged closer. The handwriting was neat and uniform and Inteachán couldn’t even begin to imagine how long it would have taken someone to complete such an enormous task.

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