The pages slipped between her fingers, accidentally causing a minor but painful scrape. A single droplet of blood escaped from the cut and cascaded onto the crusty book. The pages previously unreadable began to look legible.
"Story time, Gorse." The girl announced to her midnight companion, her favorite bear.
YOU ARE READING
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Random"The Book of October is not a toy. It's not a thing you want to play around with." "It has an affect on people, and it's not usually a good one." "I'd never use it myself, but since I can't stop you, I wish you good luck. You'll need it." Thirty day...
