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He had warned her about the book. Now it was too late. Her soul had been absorbed within the pages and another petal joined the green bush along the spine. The pages looked alive, allowing with words; yet, the shriveled bush that covered and hid lines of letters seemed to give this sight the mood of a scene that time had passed by. The women's body lay there as a hollow antique warning anyone who thought of turning the lively pages. Days passed and the book's dark magic still had held that body; she lie there as before, among the living and yet, empty. When the police came the book was gone and the police only found the sleeping body on t

He had warned her about the book. Now it was too late. Her soul had been absorbed within the pages and another petal joined the green bush along the spine. The pages looked alive, allowing with words; yet, the shriveled bush that covered and hid lines of letters seemed to give this sight the mood of a scene that time had passed by. The women's body lay there as a hollow antique warning anyone who thought of turning the lively pages. Days passed and the book's dark magic still had held that body; she lie there as before, among the living and yet, empty. When the police came the book was gone and the police only found the sleeping body on t

Wherever he was when he woke up, it was cold. There was a lot of light, and it hurt his head. He simply laid there for a moment, regaining control of his senses. He could hear a quiet beeping noise that sounded close. Wherever he was smelled like rubbing alcohol and antibacterial cleaner. He slowly realized he was laying on something soft. He moved his hand – his left hand; he couldn't remember why his right hand wouldn't move – and felt that he was under a blanket. Slowly, his frazzled mind put the pieces together. He was in a hospital. He slowly let the memories return to him. He remembered why he couldn't move his right hand