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Tony handed the notebook to me, and I flipped it open to the first page. Written on the page was what appeared to be a table of contents, which I found rather odd. I skimmed through the rest of the book coming across diagrams, plans, and other addresses we did not know about. “Okay guys. Let’s get the fuck out of here before I pass out from this god forsaken stench! We will go through this book thoroughly later. I can tell it is going to be a valuable asset to us.”

He pushed open the stone door and walked inside. The chamber behind the stone wall was relatively small, spanning only about a hundred square meters. Inside was a small cabinet with an old book. James picked up the book. It was thin but weighed about five thousand kilograms. The cover was completely blank. James gently touched the cover. It was hard to identify the material used for the paper, but the book was in good condition even after so many years. He flipped to the first page of the book. A few words were written on the first page. The words were very strange and were composed of countless lines. Each line seemed to be a Law of Heaven and was very mysterious.

’ ‘What’s important is to remain calm through the whole process and ensure that you remain a trusted bank employee,’ he continued. ‘But I’m still remaining with a few chapters to conclude my book,’ she said protesting. ‘I know how critical the book is, that’s the more reason you should memorize the middle two chapters by heart. Your life will depend on those. Remember, it's poetic, and people will just remain speculating on what the words were meant to be.’ ‘By now you should have related everything to the title of the book. It’s there where everything is hidden - it’s the alpha and the omega of this project.’

Both were really awkward at each other at first but when they found out that both were reading the same book, they eventually got a comfortable to talk at each other. “So, you also read that book-” “Yeah, I got into it after a friend of mine recommended it to me.” “Isn’t it a great book.” “Yeah, I got hooked on it after reading the first chapter.” “bla-bla-bla” Both continued to talked to each other and enjoyed their conversation. “I was feeling an awkward atmosphere growing between our table so I was gonna try to start a conversation but when you brought out your book, I was just surprised to see a person reading it.” The girl said.

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I opened the brown book to view the dusty pages inside. I was so fascinated with it that I didn't hear anything else, my eyes stayed on the pages. I read the first page which was a complication of all the chapters in the book. Starting from the history of magic to how to keep the bloodline pure. That word again, bloodline, I thought. I read it one by one to see what I could find on this oathed, there wasn't anything special. Nothing relating to that or close to it. As I scanned the page again I saw a heading, ‘ritual’ it read.

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I looked down at the unfinished book. At all the empty pages waiting ahead. Not demanding certainty. Not promising perfection. Just possibility. Then something caught my eye. A single line appearing slowly across the very next blank page. Silver ink. Fresh. Writing itself. Everyone leaned closer. The words formed carefully. Patiently. Like a promise. > Chapter 171: The Morning After Tomorrow The room went completely silent. Then Hope pointed dramatically. "Good title." Fair. Very fair. Elowen smiled. The library lanterns drifted overhead.

I sat with my legs folded against the other. I opened page one then page two then page three but I couldn't remember any line from the last page, I couldn't even remember the name of the novel all I saw at every line was; ‘This deal needs a stable image, and a woman beside me gives them that. I’ve already introduced her to everyone that matters’ “Ahh,” I screamed, closed the book, and threw it onto the table.

And if she touched it, she risked revealing herself. Her hands itched anyway. Damon Cross had once called her reckless. He hadn’t been wrong. Slowly, carefully, she started to work. The code glared back at her like a dare. She told herself to leave it, to shut the laptop and go home, but her fingers were already moving, dissecting the fragment line by line. It wasn’t raw breach data. It was layered, threaded with deliberate redundancies, breadcrumbs leading deeper into CrossTech’s labyrinth. Her chest tightened. Whoever planted it knew she’d find it.