The Black Wolf
A gentle hum, like a heartbeat, thrummed through my palm.
I opened it, but it was bllank. Just one empty page stark white, glistening faintly like starlight on snow. I shut the book. From the outside, it looked old and brittle, as if its pages should crumble to dust. But inside it was alive with a single page.
I opened it again, nothing but light. Just a soft radiance that made my chest tighten for reasons I couldn’t explain.
Uneasy, I placed the book back down and curled into my seat. Xareth returned some time later, silent as ever, and the carriage rolled on.
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