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Literature
THEY WERE ALREADY THERE
CHAPTER 2: THE ORDER OF THINGS (CONTINUED)
In the afternoon, I went back into the garden.
The sky was overcast, the light flat and grey. The forest looked like a wall of dark felt. I walked to the tree line, stopped, and searched for the object I had seen in the morning.
It was still there.
About ten metres between the trunks, on the mossy ground. A small, dark lump. No movement. No colour. Only that dark something I could not identify.
I took a step closer. Then another.
The moss gave way under my feet. No sound. The air was cold and still. At five metres, I stopped.
It was a book.
A small, dark book, lying on the ground, spine up. The cover was worn, the pages yellowed. It looked as if someone had dropped it long ago.
I knelt down without touching it.
On the spine of the book, very faint, letters were visible. Not a title. A name.
C. Vogt.
My name.
My hand twitched, but I pulled it back. No touching. Not without a note.
I stood up, went back inside, fetched the logbook, and returned
