"Their work was of the utmost importance. They were the lifeblood of all knowledge on earth. It was their responsibility, their calling, and their divine duty to collect, record, archive, and sometimes even disseminate any and all noteworthy written texts."

"He had told no one of the true destination of his secret journey, instead taking advantage of the implicit sense of trust he inspired in others to spread the lie that he had gone to visit a beautiful and entirely imaginary grotto to study in silence and peace for a while. Mars would never lie to us, they'd think. Or, if he did, he'd have a good reason. Had he? Not particularly."

"This was no tattoo. The white marked his status as cursed. It was not his life that was stolen in the deep, but his death."

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