The Fourfold Desires
Then, after what felt like an eternity, I heard a sharp intake of breath.
“Fiona,” Kai called. “You might want to see this.”
I turned to find him kneeling beside a dust-covered box, its lid half-broken. He reached inside and carefully lifted something out—a book, its cover worn and tattered, its pages crumbling at the edges.
I stepped closer, my pulse quickening. “What is it?”
“I don’t know,” he admitted, turning the fragile pages gingerly. “But whatever it is, someone went to great lengths to keep it hidden down here.”
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