CATION WARRED with an insatiable curiosity. This book felt like a key, a forbidden answer hidden in plain sight. Despite the unsettling sensation, a part of her, the witch within, yearned to explore its secrets. It called to her, a siren song of forgotten knowledge.
She reached for it again, slower this time, her fingers brushing the cold, smooth leather. No jolt. No echo. Hesitantly, she picked it up. It was surprisingly heavy, dense with untold pages. There was no latch, no clasp, no visible way to open it. She ran her fingers over the seamless spine, tracing the edges of the cover, searching for a hidden mechanism. Nothing.
Frustration pricked at her. This wasn't just a book; it was a puzzle, a magical enigma. She tried a simple opening spell, a gentle tug of her own magic, directing
