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The book looked dark brown, like a leather-like pouch.
Its size was pretty average, though a bit latger than what one would expect from a normal book. It looked like a journal to me.
Kind of like the one I kept as a kid and a growing teenager.
My legs seemed to move on their own as I traversed the blank hall and approached the black lectern and the book that sat on it.
It felt too instinctive to refuse, and I couldn't resist it even if I wanted to. Not that I wanted to resist in the first place.
I personally wanted to know… what this treasure was.
Finally standing behind the lectern, I took a closer look at the book. Just as I suspected, it really did resemble the journal I kept as a kid.
"Ah…" I reached out to it warily, having a longing to feel the texture of the book's surface even if just once.
