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* The Bound Preservation: This meant that the book would be sold directly to people who wanted to sell it without any computers getting in the way. * The Archival Anchor: This meant that the original copy of the book was safe in a vault so people would always know that it was real. Julian walked around the table. Looked over Elena's shoulder as she opened the book. "Look at this, " he said quietly, touching her shoulder. "There are no logos or ads. Just the. The person who wrote it." Elena turned the page. I watched as the light hit the paper. "This is how the book was meant to be read, " she said. "No tricks to make people keep reading a good story that took a long time to tell."

But a brown envelope flew out from the shelf right in time of getting the special book. “I got it,” Essi said so that it will not be hard for Oneil to return it. But Oneil stopped upon recognizing his hanko symbol upon the brown envelope. The only time that he ever used it was for a very special envelope that he could barely remember what was the content. “Just hold it please,” Oneil said while getting down. Essi happily received the book and Oneil took the envelope to see what must be inside. Essi got curious too. While Oneil was opening the envelope, the logo of the Mercator Group suddenly surfaced on the header of the paper.

Elodie bowed her head quickly and stepped back, leaving me alone by the marble counter. I flipped the heavy leather cover open. The first page was a thick, textured parchment paper, designed to look incredibly expensive and prestigious. But the moment my eyes fell on the top of the sheet, my calm look instantly turned into pure, solid ice. Printed in bold, embossed silver ink at the very top of the page was a corporate logo I recognized in my nightmares. HALEFIELD LUXURY. The blood rushed out of my face, a cold, familiar numbness spreading from the tips of my fingers all the way up my arms.

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My fingers hovered over spines until I found what I wanted: a thick book bound in dark leather, the title stamped in faded gold. WOLF TRADITIONS & BONDS: A GUIDE FOR COUNCIL AND HOUSEHOLDS I lifted it off the shelf and stared at it for a full five seconds, because no part of me enjoyed the fact that this existed like it was a homeowner’s association handbook. I set it on the table and opened it. The first page had a handwritten warning in neat block script: THIS TEXT IS FOR PACK USE. DO NOT REMOVE FROM LIBRARY. Beneath it, someone had scribbled, smaller:

At the center of the cover lies a raised symbol: a drop of blood, intricately detailed, as if about to trickle down the cover, appearing almost alive. The clasp of the book is a masterpiece of brutality and symbolism. Made of heavy metal, it is adorned with tiny skulls and bones, reminders of the lethal power contained within the tome. The clasp seems to demand a blood pact to be opened, with a small blade embedded, ready to make the necessary cut. When I finally open the Bloodbound Codex, I feel the temperature around me drop abruptly, as though the very air had been sucked into the book. The atmosphere becomes denser, heavier, as if the essence of the book were absorbing the vitality aroun

My eyes widened with anticipation, but inside, I found only a thick, leather-bound book. The cover was faded and worn, with the strange symbol embossed on it; a triangle with three circles inside. I ran my fingers over the symbol, a chill creeping up my spine. I had no idea what it meant, but it seemed significant, almost sacred. With hands that trembled, I lifted the book from the chest. The pages were thick and yellowed, and an old, musky smell filled the air as I carefully opened it.