Look around no one in sight. I admit I feel the thrill..Then... all at once I hear it ...

An ancient book, covered in years of dust. It had no front cover, but a leather covered binding and back, and from what I could see, gold paint under the dust-covered sides. I looked up and realized I was in an old book store, but could see light shining through at the end of the mall.

I forced my shoulder into the crumbing door, rotting wood and flaking paint dropped down about my feet. The door complained as I forced the ever widening crack wide enough to slip inside. The wind swirled the dust as I peered into the gloom, there in the corner amidst the years of neglect lay.....