Jacob almost leapt out of his chair at Abel's words. He leaned forward, sitting on the very edge of his seat and straining his neck to make sure he'd given him the right page. Sure enough, it was. So why was it blank--

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"Let me see that," he said, a thought popping into his mind. If he was right, then this was another bizarre trick of the books, another step backward in finding an explanation for it all.

Pulling a pen from his pocket, he began to write upon the page. It wasn't some elaborate spell or some security code or anything that would actually make sense. It was plain words:

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Can you see this?

His eyes lifted to his friend's as he finished. "Check your book."