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[X] Start reading the untitled book.
[X] Sit a comfortable distance from Patchouli.

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Grimnír decides to take the seat opposite the pink and purple magician. The desk is quite wide, and there are several stacks of books between them. His view of Patchouli is partially obstructed, but from here, he can easily talk to the girl without being inappropriately close to her.

As he sits down, the magician gives him the smallest of nods (if he looked away for even a second, he would have missed it). The gesture seems to be one of approval. His seat isn't too close that he would make her feel uncomfortable, and it isn't too far that he would alienate her. He returns the gesture with a smile as he opens the untitled book before him.

"..."

The first page of the book is blank, so he immediately turns to the next. However, he doesn't see any text on the next page. Instead of words, the book contains a detailed illustration of a long, empty hall that is lit up by a row of lamps hanging from the roof. He doesn't recognize the page, and there is no caption for the picture, so he simply turns to the next page.

The next page contains a picture of the hallway from another point-of-view. This time, he can see that there are doors all round the hall, up to the end. At the corner of the illustration is a little three-legged table, all made of solid glass. There is nothing on it except a tiny key.

For some reason, this picture seems familiar, so Grimnír turns to the next page. On the next illustration, he sees a person walking down the hall. From this angle, he can see that the person is clearly a young man dressed in grey robes. There is nothing notable about the man except for a single, strange bracelet on his wrist. He squints as he examines the picture more closely. The bracelet seems to have an engraving of a snake on it. Wait, isn't that -

...

Grimnír opened his eyes and found himself in a long, low hall, which was lit up by a row of lamps hanging from the roof. There were doors all round the hall, but they were all locked; and when Grimnír had been all the way down one side and up the other, trying every door, he walked sadly down the middle, wondering how he was ever to get out again.

Suddenly he came upon a little three-legged table, all made of solid glass; there was nothing on it except a tiny golden key. Then, Grimnír realized that he was inside the book he had been reading.

"Oh, you have to be shitting me..." thought Grimnír aloud, though no one could hear him.

He quickly checked his pockets and robes, and found that he had somehow lost his sack. Aside from his robes, the only thing he had still with him was the bracelet on his wrist.

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