Pages as light as feathers, extremely prone to tearing. Just one wrong move is all it takes to ruin this masterpiece. I’ve always loved books and to find one so old and in such good condition is a dream come true. It’s so delicate I need to wear gloves just to handle it and even then I don’t want to touch it, I want to just let it sit and preserve itself, but the temptation is too strong. I must know what is in these pages.

I turn the page with just one finger and it floats to a rest on the other side of the binding revealing hundreds of words etched in gold. In a language I can’t read. I pull the magnifying glass over so it’s hovering just above it and hold my phone above that to translate the tiny words.

I jump back in horror when I see my name.