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|T he contents of that book would guide my footsteps for the rest of my life. It contained what my master - and probably a few before him - had discovered in many more fields that I could ever have hoped to explore on my own: types of complicated divination such as geomancy, necromancy, and pyromancy; and special spells of magic, including those erased from the Necronomicon; information regarding alchemy; and pages upon pages of information regarding the practice of Infernal Magic.
I spent the next year cautiously guarding the remaining portion of my inheritance, using the time to travel Germany and study what my master had given me. But, as time and money finally came at odds, I returned to Knittlingen. It was late in the evening when I arrived, with the full moon hanging brightly in the sky. I found lodging that was not too expensive and resigned myself to bed. I wanted to be well rested, for the next day I intended to visit a few people who had known my father. But I slept fitfully that night, so badly that no sleep at all would have been preferable. I may have slept an hour or two before the day finally broke. Feeling tired, knowing the reason for my poor sleep, I walked to the cemetery.
Looking at the graves of my family, I began to weep. I came home expecting to find comfort, but found only the emptiness within myself.
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