In Love & Death
It felt heavy, and with the edges of the book looking slightly ripped, I could only imagine the contents inside being worse off.
Turning to the lock on the side, I tried to pry it open, yet it didn't budge. It looked rusted shut, as a small, unrecognisable symbol caught my attention. From what I could make out, it seemed to be an H with vines woven around the letter. Groaning, I gripped the lock tighter and pulled as hard as I could. "Come on, you stupid thing." Realising I wasn't going to get anywhere with the stupid lock, I threw it back onto the desk, causing a loud thud to echo through my small room.
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