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I traced my fingertips over the engraved and raised designs. The once plush leather was worn thin and I could feel every little bump and pattern. A little half smile pulled at the corners of my mouth as I moved my fingers from the cover to the rough-edged pages that were yellow with age. Touching every little stitch on the inner side I flipped open the book. The spidery, thin writing covered every inch in neat, narrow lines. I looked over it with interest, slowing deciphering the handwriting and translating into English. My eyes widen and my little half smile grew; the words of the ancient volume as beautiful to look at as to read. I came a