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Wong undid the magic around the bookshelves.He ran his hand through the spine of the books selected one, but didn’t take off of it’s place. Instead he began to brush against more books, moving his hands upward, muttering under his breath as if to speak out loud (but not to be overheard) his would-be open sesame. At last just as his hands could not search further without his feet remaining on the floor, he selected another book this time taking it out of its place and then slid a panel of wood, that could only be visible to him, to one side and took out a chest that looked too big to fit in the small space that it had been squeezed into. Then sliding the panel back into place he replaced the book, placed the chest on his desk and restored the invisible magic around the shelves. He opened the chest with a simple uttering of a strange name whilst tracing a symbol with two fingers on the invisible lock, he opened the chest and took out the only two contents it bore. A shaft of papers whose seals had long since been broken and an uncompleted volume. Opening the shaft of papers and the volume he took pen in hand and was just about to resume his writing when he realized that there had only been two contents in the box. Where was the journal?...