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Endymion Spring
In the dead of night, a cloaked figure drags a heavy box through snow-coverd streets. The chest, covered in images of mythical beasts, can only be opened when the fangs of its serpent`s-head clasp taste blood. Centuries later, in an Oxford library, a boy touches a strange bok and feels something pierce his finger. the volume is blank, wordless, but its paper has fine veins running through it and seems to quiver, as if it`s alive.
