“The book was kept in the center of the old wooden box by the souls of one hundred and six children, their grey and blue formless mass twisting into a vague facsimile of an arm outstretched here, a head down there, a back curled under strain, all writhing in anguish, pressing against the demons contained within its pages, desperate to hold off the forces that sought to consume them.”
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