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You came across it, perhaps at a library or a bookshop. Maybe a street corner vendor pawned it off on you or you found it poking out the trash in a back alley. However you came across it, it finally found you.

It was a sensible sort of book. Plain and durable. This was a book that would survive any condition.
Just the book you always needed.

It was a cute book. All pink flowers and rainbows. Joyous and warm.
Just the book you always wanted.

It was a dark book. Black leather and silver buckles to strap it shut. It exuded mystery and terror.
Just the book for you.
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