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I slip into my sneakers before joining Alex by the front door. “Hey, I’m sorry about earlier. I wasn’t trying to offend you.” “You were right to question it. I have no idea where the book came from. It could be from Lyle himself. But something tells me this book is the real deal. I have to at least try to use it.” I place my hand on his forearm. “If you feel like this book is the solution, I’ll support you. I trust you.” “Thank you.”

a baritone voice of a man suddenly appeared at the back of Clairol. Clairol almost jump out from the shock, but luckily she stopped herself. She already lost count of the time that passed that she was still here. But within the time that she was enjoying herself as her own companion. She already lost count of how multiple men tried to hit her. That makes her already used from their different types of wooing her. But somehow, there's something different in this man voice that makes her shiver. His deep baritone voice was sending a chills to her bones.

I open the vile and smell the liquid inside, making me wince from the strong, revolting scent, causing me to wonder if maybe it's expired. Closing the vile, I set it on my nightstand and pick up mom's letter from the floor to reread it again until I practically have it committed to memory. Standing from my bed, I move over the bookcase and go through the journals my grandpa would read to me as bedtime stories. I blow the dust off the journals, which forces me to sneeze ten times in a row. I had never opened them myself, and grandpa never actually let me look inside when he read them to me. As I open the journals, I finally understand why.

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I’ve cornered him now. “I don’t,” he shrugged, answering quite honestly. “I won’t know what is true or not, since there’s no one that can open that book. Trust me, I’ve tried. We’ve all tried, but it’s practically impossible to.” I blinked once again, not quite sure how to take things. I hope that the book contained answers and I’m sure it does, the only problem now was to open it and him saying it cannot be opened really pulled me in for a reality check, to be honest.

From all the books there, this was the only one I managed to save before the whole collection ended up being fire fuel, among with other trinkets we had found. Ever since we moved here, there had not been a silent night. My parents would always be fighting, would always be arguing like two idiots. My older brother had gone off to war the day after we moved and truly... I know everyone was miserable. And I could not help but wonder if this house was not as holy as my father pretended to be. My finger traced the spine of the book slowly. I wonder what other soul had enjoyed such books before? what other person took interest in healing rather than abusing?

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I want to know how they reacted to it. I sit by a candle to illuminate the words. It somehow feels nicer that way. It feels calmer, like I have more control. It feels like I’m undertaking a sacred mission. And in a way, I am. Then, I find something that catches my attention. I read over it. It seems almost too good to be true. But it is true. I pour over all the words, falling upon the most perfect answer. I wonder if Raphael knows. I wonder if anyone in the pack knows.

"I insist. And my name is Jessica. What's your name?" He smiled a real smile when I insisted that he take the cookies. "My name is Joshua. And thank you, Jessica." He answered and gestured for his partner to take one. I smiled in return and started making my way back to the house. I made my way to the kitchen and took my book to continue reading it in the living room. I checked my Apple Watch and saw that it was 1:20 pm. I sat on the couch and lost myself in the book. TIME SKIP

on it in large font. "It was written by some guy named Philip Jameson and he studies ancient traditions of lost cultures. When I first saw the book, I thought it was just another children's book but after flipping a few pages, I found this," She said and opened to a particular page that had a picture of the mark on their palms. "Well, I'll be damned," Joe said. "This isn't a fictional book, boys. Everything written in here is true," Lydia said with a sparkle in her eyes.