"You know what?" you said out loud. "I paid for this book and I'm damn well going to keep it. Forget Cassandra."
While you said that, in your mind you weren't sure what you wanted to do with this book. At best, it would end up as a decoration in your room, a trinket to spark a conversation. But while you weren't interested in the fantasy of magic, history was another matter. Maybe this book really belonged to one of the old Salem witches or perhaps a pagan. It certainly looked old enough.
Curiosity was suddenly renewed, and you delved deeper into the book's contents.
You were disappointed. Beyond the first page with the owner's information, all the pages were blank. You scoffed and considered tossing the book at the wall for being a waste of money, but you eventually reached the last page.
"What in the world is this?"
At the center of the page was what could only be described as a circular rune with a pentagram in the middle. It didn't look evil, as most pentagrams in movies were, but almost refined and precise. The ink almost seemed to glow and words surrounded the rune. Some were in another language that you barely registered as Latin, but there were a few words in English upside down below the pentagram.
"Place hand...," you read. "...And speak Boreas..."
Perhaps this was some sort of spell. Staring deep at the rune, you suddenly noticed the faint outline of a human hand in the ink. Without thinking you pressed your hand against the page, finding that the hand outline was the same size as your own hand.
"Must be part of a ritual or something. Honestly, who believes this stuff? And what's this Boreas-"
You didn't get to finish as at that moment that runes shined with a blinding blue light. There were no windows open in your apartment, but the wind scattered debris around in the kitchen. You felt your hair blow up the top of your head as the wind formed into a tornado surrounding you. Though you wanted to put the book down and run, you found that you couldn't. It was almost like it had been glued to your hand.
Finally, the wind ceased in an instant and you could remove the book from your palm. You dropped it to the floor as...
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