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"Not necessarily. Time to name it a day." Speaking together along with her regular poker face, Anna extracted an e-book from the pile and confirmed it to Raven. "Dark Notebook -- The Occult Research Club's Activity Report --" The cowl had the ones phrases written in shiny crimson towards a pitch black background -- glaringly as specific from usual cultural golf equipment as night time from the day.

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She gasped. “Wait—this isn’t a lineage book,” she said. “It’s... oh goddess, Kayla—look.” I turned toward her. She held up a thick black leather-bound book. Gold lettering had long since faded, but one sentence remained etched across the front: My secret thoughts. I couldn't see the Authors name though. Just the title. “Is that a diary?” I whispered. “Looks like it.” "Belonging to who?" I asked but Ingrid shook her head.

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I traced the source and picked up the book; it was a scented, linen-bound, and hand-stitched notebook. I was about to open it up when Rex snatched it out of my hands. "What are you doing?" he asked while I picked up the remaining books scattered on the floor. "Nothing, just trying to help," I said, quickly handing the books over to him. "The notebook is beautiful; where did you get it from?" I asked him. "Thank you; I got it from a bookstore downtown, he replied. "Oh, I will see you later." I hurriedly left the room. Wondering if I was mistaken, I pulled open the door and rushed to my bed. I lifted the mattress, and there were envelopes carefully hidden.

I smoothed the paper again and brought it back to the drawer. Again and again, I was still trying to find something. I stood up from the chair and walked over to the shelf with a few books. Something I had never seen from Nicholas because he always collected so many books in his office, in his home in Long Island, in his apartment, and in his room in the Dolomites. The titles seen on the spine of the books made me frown once again; they were the titles of novels that were always sold cheaply. I didn't expect them to be here. Is this his office?