I have spent the last several hours in the twin's office. Denny, Axel, and Atlas retired hours ago, but I am knee-deep in deciphering this ancient book. It would take an army to pull me away from it now. I was squatted amongst the stack of papers I had strewn across the office floor, trying to figure out why the familiarity of this symbol meant something to me. I had made it through the first half of the book.
The middle and end have been more used in their day. The pages were already withered with the love of time, but the middle and ending pages were… otherworldly.
The papyrus that had been used, even though it's thicker than the paper, had been worn to a paper-like consistency. It felt like the hands, and the minds that took part in its creation were in the room with me as I studied
