Patron Flash Fiction: The Codex

He retrieved his notebook, and some rubbing paper, and got to work. He assembled what he was able to parse of each panel, making inferences and comparing translations. As he had hoped, every panel carried the same instructions. When it was all together, they described the strokes of a symbol that Harald was not familiar with. It didn’t seem to be a character or a word, it was too complex, and too symmetrical to be a useful bit of language, even a complex one. So, what was it for?

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