A Most Unusual Book

I sit on a carpet in the living room of my grandfather’s dilapidated house, listening to the sparkling of wood from the fireplace and letting myself be comforted by the gentle warmth emitted by it. In a quaint old chair by the fireplace sits my grandfather, old but wise… and brittle but strong-willed. He smiles at me through his remaining teeth, motioning for me to come closer yet. In his lap lay a book, a book with ancient engravings that whispers of old and powerful magic, it is a most unusual book that is his most priced possession.


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