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I looked at the cover of the book and opened to the first few pages. The entire book was handwritten in the same flourishing style as the title page. I wandered over to the desk and plopped myself in the leather chair to peruse this strange gift of a book. This was going to take a while to read.
The book was divided into chapters, but there wasn’t an appendix or list of chapters. I leaned back, put my feet on the desk, and flipped through the pages. Most of the text referenced Latin scripts without translating them, so I browsed through the pictures. They were hand-drawn pencil sketches of unicorns. Whoever the author was he had the look right. The unicorn looked exactly like the one I’d seen down to the length of the mane. The only thing missing was the look in her eyes. The
