Mr. Dean extended a finger and tapped the air, and in that instant, the air seemed to solidify, a white brick dropping from midair as though it had once been embedded in the air of the dean's office.
It wasn't until Mr. Dean moved his fingers, piercing the thick cover to part the pages, that Lyle realized it was a book.
Written in the language of the dead, it read, "Salvation Association, we are the vines that entangle the world, and the venomous fangs in the rotting roots." Pages turned automatically, dense and numerous words danced on the yellowed paper like dead leaves. He reached the last page.
In the crevice between the paper and the cover, a new page grew out, much like a bamboo shoot sprouting from the cracks in the rocks. It belonged to Mr. Plague Doctor's page.
