I Moan for My Ex’s Uncle
He placed the book on the table.
It was huge and very dusty.
“This book has been passed down for several decades, and it’s been left with trusted people who can keep it safe. In this case, my father was the last person to keep the book. It’s called the White Oak book.”
He started to open the pages, with different illustrations in languages I have never seen before.
“I have gone through this book since I was a child, but I have never been able to finish it since then. History repeats itself, and this book keeps writing everything that happens every day, everything that has to do with the white Oaks.”
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