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he said. “By about four days,” she said. “I checked against the journal.” “You keep records,” he said. “I keep records,” she agreed. They stood for a while. “The book is doing something,” he said. “The reader messages.” She’d been sharing some of them with the household — not all, some were private in ways that the sharing would violate, but the ones that were about the quality of the book rather than the specifics of the readers’ lives. “Yes,” she said.

Jace DAYS BEFORE The bed creaked in protest as I reached for the leather-bound journal which had turned into a close companion for the last couple of weeks. Forbidden knowledge had been inked into every page with intentionality I could only thank the author for. I opened to the page I had dog-eared for days, sinking into the information there.

While Kingston was doing his part, I checked around the place, scanning the entire area when we both spoke simultaneously. “There!” We pointed toward the small shelf in the far end corner, near the fireplace. I sped, then grabbed the book. It was the same as the last one I had read and when I turned to the last page, THE END was written. “Yes! This is the one!” I exclaimed. “But it’s a lot to read,” Kingston complained. “You forgot that I’m a fast reader,” I smirked. As I scanned through, I came across the word “Symbiotic Bond,” and the phrase triggered something.

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Which was exactly what I did when I filled the leather journal. At the end of March-between the bookstore and counseling-I finished what I'd been working on. I'd painstakingly chosen every word and line that now stared back at me from the pages in black ink and my crummy handwriting. I read through it, happy with how I'd conveyed something so personal and private, yet sad to remember just how morose I'd been when I arrived in the Golden State. Dr. Sarratt thumbed through it during our next session. I spent most of that hour biting my fingernails, waiting for him to respond to what he'd read. Five minutes before our time was up, he pushed the book across his desk.

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“No… It doesn’t. But it felt as if it was burned into my skin.” “It’s the same design as the one on the book…” Leo adds with a frown. “Can you read it?” Thea implores curiously. “Yeah… - I nod, skimming through the contents - It’s like a journal. Or a diary… Would you mind if I went to read it in peace?” “No, no. Go ahead.” I go to the bedroom in the back before turning the book to the first page and start reading.

Jaden I read through the first journal, careful not to tear any of the pages. There wasn’t much to find to begin with, as there was nothing about the moonstone pack or Claxton. Night had come, and the fire crackled in the lounge as they sat on the floor, tearing through the pages. The smell of smoke wafted through the air, mingling with the musty scent of old books. We tore through the journal’s contents like wild animals ripping apart their prey, desperate for any scrap of knowledge that could aid us in our mission.