Lake Lewisia #934

The book was slim but hardcover, so it cracked loudly each time she slapped it against the kitchen counter to punctuate the words, "This is a children's book, not an instruction manual!" On the floor of the dining room, her little sister's gangly teenage limbs straddled an assortment of carefully arranged items and inscriptions that bore an eerie and clearly intentional resemblance to a few choice illustrations from the book that had graced both their bedtimes growing up. "Oh," her sister huffed, lighter still held poised over the first candle, "like you never wanted to summon the Creature, like I didn't totally work off the diagrams I found in your old diary."

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LL#934