False Advertising

False Advertising

The front of the mailbox opened with a squeak.  I would know it when I saw it, an inscription on the hard front, an old rope binding the magic inside. The book, unread for millennia, sitting on a dusty shelf in the back of a small shop filled with crystals and powders. The owner an old wise man ready to pass on secrets only a few would ever be brave enough to explore.  The black and white ad buried in the back of the magazine showed it this way. But not today.  Nothing but this skinny paperback….