And there it was semi hidden in a dusty shelf. I heard it call my name, its voice faintly unheard hurt by my carelessness and unloving mindless abandonment. This is how my book of shadows called my attention and I went to scribble with unfamiliar handwriting new words of wisdom and formulas.
Shyly I opened its broad pages and fearfully transcribed a white magic ritual.
Oh no I'm doing it again, I thought.
Once you get started there's no turning back...
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