It was shaped like a cathedral, the ceiling arching to a peak in the center. Long rows of wooden pews led the way to a short set of stairs. At the top, sat a pedestal. A book resting on its surface.

  It looked as though it was placed there for worship. Praised by those sitting down below.

  Albion's footsteps echoed against the stone walls as he walked towards those stairs. The pedestal perched at the peak was made of plain stone and etched the same intricate lines. They coated the surface of the pedestal and extended onto the floor itself. In fact, the whole cathedral seemed to be covered with these engravings. From floor to ceiling they filled every surface.

  The more he looked around, the more amazing the room became.

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  Then there was the book.

  It was small.

  Leatherbound.

  Untitled.

  It looked like a plain journal.

  There was something about it though.

  It wasn’t normal.

  Certainly not with the way it was presented.

  It was special somehow.

  He was curious about what made it so special.

  He flipped open to the first page and found...nothing.

  It was empty.

  'What’s so great about an empty book?'

  It was a bit of a letdown, to say the least.

  {Hello.}