"Tell be about your past," you ask and she looks up at you.

        "My past..." She pauses. "My past is another book altogether."

        She pulls a little black book from the folds of her cloak. Faded gold leaf adorns the front. "In here is all you're fit to know." She opens the book to the last entry and slides it towads you...

                                         
The Book
                                     
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