He tapped the book with his staff. “Every time a name is spoken—your name, for instance—its echo travels through the island, finds its way into the Codex, and rewrites a fragment of the tapestry. That is why we need you, Duke. You have spent a lifetime collecting echoes. You can help us understand the patterns, the repetitions, and perhaps, break the cycle.”
Duke U’s heart hammered against his ribs. He ordered the crew to drop anchor, and with a rope and a stout wooden ladder, he stepped onto the sand, the cold water still lapping at his boots. Inis Gjoni Duke U Qir Vidjo Falas13