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The voice was his own, but recorded from a future that no longer existed.

He had chosen the fourth path.

The air tasted of rust and forgotten oaths. Tag pressed his back against the crumbling mosaic wall, one hand clamped over the weeping wound in his side, the other clutching the Codex—its gilded edges now blackened, its pages shedding like dead leaves. Tag- Prince of Persia The Lost Crown codex down...

Tag smiled, though it tasted of copper. He had already seen this moment. Not in a vision—in three previous iterations. In the first, Sargon reached him. In the second, the sand wave consumed them both. In the third, Tag threw the Codex to safety, and his own name was erased from the timelines, remembered by no one. The voice was his own, but recorded from

The Simurgh's feather had dimmed. The crystal on his chest—the one that pulsed with the memory of every timeline he had witnessed—flickered like a dying star. Tag pressed his back against the crumbling mosaic