Echoes in Ink

The timeworn book lay open before me, its pages tattered. Each word seemed to pulsate with a faint light, as if signaling secrets long lost. I ran my fingers over the smooth surface of the paper, feeling a thrill course through me. This was no ordinary book; it was a window to another dimension.
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