Armand found the book that would eventually destroy his life in an alley on his way home from work. At first, he thought he was lucky when he spotted it lying on the ground next to the dumpster. He loved books and couldn’t resist rescuing this one from the landfill. As soon as he picked up the little book, it became his. Its dark blue cover was blank. Scuff marks on the edges and the discolored spots hinted at it being well-loved at one time. Armand turned the book over in his hand. The spine and back cover were also blank. Standing in the alley next to the dumpster at six thirty in the evening as the sun sank in the sky, Armand opened the book for the first time. There was no title page, just a silly rhyme inviting him to solve the puzzles inside.
This was an invitation Armand could not
