Inktail
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I've been around the world... five times. I've known kings and queens and slaves and drudges, I've seen things... things you would never believe. I've written the beginning of every book ever finished, and the end of every book ever written. I've watched stars fall and moons rise for countless years... but I've never met someone like this.
How can anyone have done all those things, you ask? I would have to be older than living memory. You want to learn my secret? The secret of the first word? The first glyph scratched into a tablet with a stick, thousands upon thousands of years ago?
Well, I'll tell you... on that day, before years were recorded, when everyone counted by moons and suns, the very first word was stamped into wet clay with a papyrus reed, in a small house in the middle of what is now Syria... and at that same instant, I took my first gasping breath in a tiny fishing hut by the Red Sea...
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