Melona felt a strange weight at the foot of her bed. She sat up, blinking away the remaining sleep from her eyes as she put on her glasses, then cocked her head.
There was a leatherbound book resting just below her feet. Melona felt a strange rush of fear; it didn't look like any book she had owned, the leather seemed too pale. Had somebody broken into her room? Did she have a stalker? Was somebody trying to kill her? Why? She--
Melona took a deep breath, letting out a slow, extended exhale. If somebody was trying to kill her, the could have done it in her sleep. If she had a stalker, well, that wasn't necessarily a bad thing, right? Like, if the stalker was a fairy godmother, or a cute girl, or a hot girl, or some naked succubus begging to worship her and--
She stopped herself and pressed her lips together. This was getting ridiculous. It was just a damn book. She reached out, grabbed it, and flipped it over to what she assumed was the front cover. On it was its embossed title:
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