Faustina stared at the book given to her by Ezekiel. Strangely enough, it was coal-colored and it didn't exactly have a reference sticker that should be pasted on it. And to top it all off, the book looked different among the others.
It was worn out.
How can it be the case when all the books are being regulated and kept with magic?
Faustina then swiped her thumb across the leather of the book; and then that's when she sees a mark of her thumb. The book was dusty. Patted the book tentatively to get rid of the dust, and before she decided to open it, she looked affront; to her left, right; and finally, behind.
No one seems to be there.
Faustina held her lamp close to the book.
Faustina began to scan her eyes to the text. It was a good thing it was written in a common language.
"Huh...?"
Faustina began to examine the book's content once more.
"Is this handwritten...?"
