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... ollowed was faint a dry rustle, like brittle leaves brushing against each other in a crypt.
Inside, the pages were an aged white, weathered and cracked at the edges. They looked ancient, older than memory itself, and even their faint yellowed glow seemed to whisper of time long buried.
A sharp, strange smell hit him immediately old paper mixed with something darker, heavier. It wasn’t just the scent of age or dust. It was something foul and cold... the smell of evil or something ...
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