After opening the book, a small slip of paper falls out from between the pages. You kneel down to pick it up. Looking at the words, they seem to be in a whole new language, not one you recognise. "ßæćkā...?" You mutter under you breath, sounding out the word. Suddenly, there's a huge bang and a big puff of smoke, and Florence's imposingly stunning figure appears, a cigarette in mouth. She scoffs, her eyebrow raised "And why am I here, measily human?"
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