The Starlight Manuscript
The ink shimmered because Elias refused to look at it directly. That was the first rule the manuscript had taught him, though he had not yet learned that it was a rule and not merely an observation. He sat at a small table in the back room of the Greenwich Village shop, the bead curtain rustling with each passing customer, and watched the silver letters on the yellowed page pulse with a light...
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