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My hands tremble as I pick up the Codex Mechanica. Memories from my journey through time with Scar appear in my mind. Back then, the first wardens had placed three discs onto spindles and set them inside the box. Once you closed the lid, the slits in the box top showed the edges of the discs, which were all covered in glyphs. In turn, the discs spun and stopped, showing different glyphs through the holes in the box’s lid. The thing is an ancient slot machine on steroids.
I gingerly set the Codex Mechanica onto the tabletop. The wooden case is warped and cracked. The colorful paints that once decorated the exterior are now faded beyond recognition. Two bronze clasps still hold the lid in place. I carefully undo the fasteners and open the box’s lid. With each passing second, my heart th
