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          Following the silhouette, she noticed a single book resting atop a bookshelf, emanating a soft crimson glow.

          Puzzled but mesmerised, she reached tentatively for the book.  Fingertips brushing the dust off the pristine cover, her eyes scanned the book for a title.

          She had no time to…

          She felt a soft tap on her shoulder giving her chills up her spine.  “Who could it be?” she wondered. 

A gentle voice that she recognised whispered, “You found it.”

She turned around slowly.  She recognised him.  But where from?

“Hello Grace.  It’s good to see you again,” smiled the man.

“Who-who are you?” asked Grace, stuttering.