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 Jared forgot the book for a while and it just layed in there on top of piles of random paperwork on his desk. It was only in the evening after he purchased it that he remembered it.
-When Jared opened the book, a queer, dusty smell of paper mixed in with something unrecognizable greeted him. Later on he thought that it might've been some sort of seaweed. Nonetheless he continued and was first hit with a disapointment: the book was written using some peculiar language. Even the letters where unknown to him. They certainly weren't Japanese or Arabic, or Russian for that matter. He browsed through the book anyway, finding odd spiral-like shapes here and there next to the odd writing. The longer he read, the weirder his sensations got. At first he thought that the letters were moving on the paper. A slight dizziness fell over him and he browsed the book back and forth. For some reason the pages never looked like the same, even if he started the book over from the beginning. He felt that each time he opened a new page it looked like nothing he had seen before even though he browsed through it just few minutes ago. Deeper and deeper he went, until he must have fallen asleep while browsing.
+When Jared opened the book, a queer, dusty smell of paper mixed in with something unrecognizable greeted him. Later on he thought that it might've been some sort of seaweed. Nonetheless he continued and was first hit with a disapointment: the book was written using some peculiar language. Even the letters where unknown to him. They certainly weren't Japanese or Arabic, or Russian for that matter. He browsed through the book anyway, finding odd spiral-like shapes here and there next to the odd writing. The longer he read, the weirder his sensations got. At first he thought that the letters were moving on the paper. A slight dizziness fell over him and he browsed the book back and forth. For some reason the pages never looked the same, even if he started the book over from the beginning. He felt that each time he opened a new page it looked like nothing he had seen before even though he browsed through it just few minutes ago. Deeper and deeper he went, until he must have fallen asleep while browsing.
 Next morning he woke up from his sofa with a terrible headache and a metallic, strange taste in his mouth. His cloggy thoughts cleared up immediately, though.