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[It's a fantasy.]
The handwriting was strangely precise, the ink dark and smooth against the unblemished folds of the paper.
A chill ran down my spine. I stood silently there, waiting, demanding...hoping for an answer.
No matter how hard I tried, my brain refused to form a thought. I just could not believe what was written in this book.
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