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I press my hand to him, trying to get him to stay still. “I can help,” I murmur, fumbling with the heavy book in my lap. He pauses, eyes darting to the old book. His gaze hardens in suspicion but then softens. He recognizes what it is. I flip frantically through the brittle pages. 39… 91… 180… Focus. My fingers finally find the right page and relief washes over me when I spot the illustrations. I place the book next to me and take the bag, searching for the right leaves stuffy stuff. I do not know what. At least the book has pictures in color.

The whole of what the morning had been given. "Those three stay empty unless the page fills them itself," I said. "The book on that flap is called the coal-and-cart book. That is the name of the shelf it sits on. It will not answer any of the three, and if I let it try, I will have proved a cart out of a label." "A book title is not a load," Mara said. "Put that at the top of your sheet, not the bottom. You will want it earlier than you think."

Most of them have only one picture on the page and are a quarter of the size of a regular book. "Shit." I say quietly. "I can't believe it still costs ten bucks for a book that only has six pages. I can get a two hundred page paperback at the grocery store for the same price." Tiffany smirks. "But does your two hundred page paperback have fur like this touchy-feely book with a tiger on the front?" "It has fur?" I grab it out of her hands and begin going through it, touching all the different pictures as I turn the pages.

It should be inside my book crate I brought home, I put on my flip flops again and dashed towards the study where we keep book, I began looking through it but it wasn’t there. “Shit, how can I misplace something as important as that!” I muttered to my self as I began to open all the drawers in the library, I really doubt it would be there but I just wanted to hope that I would find it there. I pulled the lower drawer opened and I flipped through the books in it but it wasn’t there, just as I wanted to close the drawer, a neatly folded paper sticking out caught my eyes, the paper seemed to have aged as it was not the regular white, it was brown and it looked like it had been soaked in water b

It's a black book, smaller than most of the others on the shelf, and something about it draws me toward it. I pull the book from the shelf and look at the cover. It's some kind of local history book about the town and surrounding area. Not exactly exciting reading material, but for some reason I feel compelled to flip through it. I open the book and start turning the pages slowly. Most of it is exactly what I expected—dry historical facts. But then, as I'm flipping through it, a small piece of paper falls out from between the pages. I bend down to pick it up, thinking it's probably just someone's old bookmark or a receipt they used as a page marker.

“My House is one of the oldest ones. We’re almost at every page of every book in here. We’re always mentioned. But not this one.” I hand it over to August who inspects it up close. “The paper is made of a different material. Almost like very thin cloth. I don’t think I have seen this in any of our pages. Not from the recent ones and especially not from the stuff in the past.” We exchange looks. "Do you think this might be it?” I ask, suddenly afraid to open the book in fear of what I’m going to see. August shrugs. “Maybe. There’s really only one way to find out.”

No, there must be something else, the mere grief is not enough to make a person of such good nature and good heart turn into the most tyrannical person that a person can be, and at such a fast pace. Holding the envelope in my hand, I took the both ends and proceeded to tore it apart, creating an opening for me to take the paper inside. The paper smelled like flowers and fruits--- whoever used this paper must be of noble blood and took great effort into make it like this. ‘But why would it be tucked so deep into the pages of an History Book? Why there?’ I thought to myself asi unfolded the piece of paper, getting ready to read the contents. Once unfolded, my nostrils were once again bombarded

The air is thick with the musty scent of paper and knowledge, and the gentle hum of whispered conversations and rustling pages creates a soothing background noise. The shelves themselves are a marvel, towering above him like sentinels of wisdom. Books of every shape and size are stacked neatly, their covers a riot of colors and fonts, each one beckoning him to explore its contents. The spines of the books seem to whisper secrets, their titles and authors a testament to the vast expanse of human knowledge and creativity.

The magic book opened on its own, Rico and Niffa patiently wait for whatever the blank page will going to write, they were seated, together, at the long wooden table surrounded by the wall of books. A light was formed, and the empty page was filled with letterings in a freestyle script carved within the thin sheet of paper. They narrowed their eyes trying to read the first letter, it was too bright, and the lettering was almost as white as the paper. The light vanished and the letters turned into tinted black, thick and printed, not written by a hand. The whole page was filled, it says,

I looked at the book and I saw a paper sticking out of it. "Open that page Grey." He saw what I was pointing at and there was a piece of paper sticking out of it. It was torn. "It's a torn page. I'm not surprised. The book is centuries old." I looked at the page and it hit me. "That page isn't from that book." Grey was surprised and watched me as I opened my bag and rummage through it. I pulled out the book he had given me and opened the page the was torn. I took the page from Grey and it perfectly lapsed with mine.