Hey!! What's the story?
The book helped me to do it. It made me follow the clues, navigate the twisting passages and unlock the safe. The book knew everything I needed.
I kept it under my arm as I hurried across the landing, towards the vault. I laid it on the floor as I turned the dial, the moonlight reflecting on the blank, white pages. I held my breath and waited.
The door flew open and the letters spilled out in a flood of indigo ink. The words soaked into the pages. The story became clear.
The book lived.
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