The Revelation

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The room beyond the door was small and dimly lit, its walls lined with shelves filled with old photographs, letters, and journals.  In the center of the room, a small table held a single, flickering candle.

Amelia approached the table, her eyes drawn to a small, leather-bound journal that lay open on its surface.  She reached out, her fingers trembling as she opened the journal.

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