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The novel lies where you left it, gathering expensive dust -- 'Blood Type: Hecatomb' by H. S. Lastra.
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The key to the next layer of the cipher.
But be warned: You may have to read the whole thing.
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Reno really likes this stuff?
An attempt at escape, maybe -- one not diverting enough to drown out the incessant knocking of the world.
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How far in is he?
A couple of chapters from the end.
You are preparing to strike the cruelest blow.
Take the book.
With a furtive glance over your shoulder, you slip the book into your pocket.
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Reappropriate the book (on behalf of the Honour Book Stall).
Leave the book where you found it.
You return the book to the sofa. You've lost the page it was open at, though. No bookmark in sight.
The title jars a memory -- HOLOCENE engrossed within its pages, maybe the only time he was oblivious to the world.
"Science fiction as a genre is utterly misunderstood by the majority, CASCADE. It often contains the only ideas worth ideating."
This was HOLOCENE's favourite book.
You've never read it... but you feel like you've basically read it.
He basically knew it by heart...
Liable to launch into a word-perfect recitation at any given moment.
The longest you endured was eight and a half minutes. Basically an audio-disc.
The cover of the book is the first thing that catches your eye -- hand-painted, blood-adorned. The text reads: 'Blood Type: Hecatomb by H. S. Lastra'.