Too well known for anyone to bother making a copy, too tired a point to need repeating, and so it was forgotten. A paradox, but such is life, a walk along a tightrope stretched between irreconcilable truths.
With the greatest care, I touched the old scroll, slowly pulling it from the decayed hand. The dark parchment slid between the boney fingers until it came free. The empty hand collapsed on itself, the bones falling apart and rolling down the inclined desk. The arm went too, falling from the shoulder and onto the floor. Yet the rest of the corpse remained.
Tale Told 