Wizards fear their most treasured book: a curious gem shaped like a spiked ball, its faint black edge angled at sixty degrees to those on the cover. The book should be not only an encyclopedia on magic, but also the guiding advice of those charged with furthering the progress of magic. But look closer, and you find a profusion of curdled eldritch symbols inside of it, crude glyphs at odds with elegant letters. The words are otherworldly: narwhal pitched, howling form; alongside scorpions and yakisoba noodles; raised in the bark of trees.
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