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she said to herself. The fourth book begins at chapter 1 in Paris. The End.

Speckles of dust span through the light, floating upwards and spinning slowly as they rose. “What’s this old book going to tell us?” Ryna asked, sliding one hand onto her hip. Her slim, blonde eyebrows raised slightly, and I sighed. “Let me show you,” I said. I laid it out on the desk, and flipped through the old, thin pages until I found the one with the folded-down corner. I pushed the corner up, and swivelled the book around to show the small crowd of people surrounding me. Luna Carla was at the front, seeming particularly intrigued by what the nondescript book she’d given me had to offer. I just hoped that my analysis of the old folk tale had been correct.

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The soft groan of wood rang out in the quiet bookstore as Lena turned over the last sign on the door: **CLOSED**. Outside, the city drew a breath, illuminated by amber streetlights and the quiet rumble of passing cars. Within, the world held its breath. Warm. Intimate. Holy.

I just felt weakness sweep through me. "Coming?" He asked me as he turned to look behind. "Right behind you." I said to him, We both made our way to the stand where the book was. "Woah, looks like this was left this way since the eighteenth century." He said to me, He was probably right as I noticed how the pages were covered with thick dust. It was really something to behold. "Ready?" He asked as he brought his mouth close to the edge ready to power puff.

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I returned a favoring smile to her by doing it genuinely before I took the book on her soft palm, an almost thick book with a blue cover. The book is heavy. On the front cover, there is a closed eye with long black thick lashes in a form of feathers placed inside a pentagon. Outside the badge has a wonderful abstract ocean and sunrise. Below it, golden embossed letters are shining to make its cover spectacular: BOOK OF A ZONER "Begin reading from page two to page five," Psyche said to me, stopping me in amazement. So I did what she wanted me to do. I flipped the pages until I reached the second page of the book. I started reading what's on it.

"Every bedside table is a sanctuary." ​But as she prepared to lead Kael and Leo into the crowd, a new sound cut through the Brooklyn night. It wasn't a siren or a helicopter. It was a printing press. ​A massive, industrial truck pulled up behind the Vane towncar. The side of the truck opened to reveal a mobile printing unit, churning out thousands of copies of a new book. ​The title was: "CHAPTER 159: THE MULTIVERSE OF THE MARGINS."

Flipping back and forth, he saw that the recipe was the same on every page. "Husband figure out?" Tink asked, standing on her tiptoes to look at the book. "No," Mike said, flipping to the very first page. What use was a recipe book with only one recipe? His vision blurred, and he rubbed his eyes. Closing the book, he stared at the outside. It had no title on it, but it did have a picture of a triangle on the spine. Mike ran his finger over the golden grooves of the shape, tilting the book so Tink could get a good look.

After the purge and tea, I read my lifesaver and took off to the library around few minutes past one. I walked cautiously, trying my best to make as little noise as possible. Finally, I got to the library. It was the shelf two shelves after the door on the farther right side of the library. I traced the shelf, tracing my height to where the book I pushed in was. When I finally found the book, I pushed it in, watching the shelf turn. I was still where I stood. Then I realized that the floor space an inch away from the shelf was also part of the shelf, so it always turns with it.