Illedan

I had **** I had to look through it seek some knowledge even D had not had. I had forgot how beautiful this beautiful and perfect book was. I was so smooth and so perfect in dimension. But I was not prepared for what I found. In the back of the book was a page written in a sprawling hand,

“To my beloved John,
your friend forever,
Illedan”

Who was this Illedan? Why, how had she had this book? How did she know I would read this? I tore out the page. As I tore the fibers in single powerful act of **** so, too, did I rend the world.