So much more to puzzle over. I spent hours turning pages, looking for clues or a key to help me translate. I took to counting the pages with writing and lost count somewhere around the two thousand mark, and still more pages with text lay ahead.
At that point I thought to check out the covers – but they were clean, not even anything I could assume was a signature of ownership.
Days later I finally reached the last page of written material. Well short of half way through the volume.
And there before my eyes, in flashes of brilliant light more letters drew themselves onto the page. And when finished the book closed up and the lock relocked.
Watch This Space 