Great.We're delving even deeper into the darkness.

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# **New Dark Series – Chapter 3: "The Book That Sees"**

*(extensive, long, full of darkness and secrets)*

Argo held the book between his teeth the entire way back to the hideout. He didn't let go for a moment, even when Jacob tried to take it away. It was unusual—a service lion didn't get attached to things. But this book… it was breathing. And Argo seemed to instinctively know that no one else should touch it.

When they reached the hideout, Jacob carefully placed the book on the operating table. The tabletop was steel and cold, but the book began to heat the surface, as if smoldering with internal heat.

The ally switched on the powerful laboratory lamps.

"This book is not normal," he said, taking a step back. "I feel like… like she's watching me."

Jacob nodded.

"I feel it too. Argo, vigilance."

The lion immediately stood beside the table, growling softly under his breath. His ears were pricked, every fiber of his fur tense.

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## **First Opening of the Book**

The book trembled slightly, as if something were trying to escape.

Jacob put on protective gloves—thick, insulated—and slowly lifted the cover.

At that moment, the light in the room dimmed.

The lamps began to flicker.

Argo growled so loudly that the echo bounced off the walls.

And when the book opened to the first page… what met their eyes was not text, not runes, not drawings.

**An Eye.**

Huge, inhuman, enchanted in the paper, as if alive. The white of the eye was bluish, the pupil vertical, and the iris a dark, decaying purple.

The eye stared.

Unblinking.

Uninterrupted.

Right at them.

The ally took a step back.

"It… truly looks at us."

Jakub felt a chill run down the back of his neck.

"This is Shadow Vision. Their symbol. Their tool. Their… essence."

Argo slammed his paw on the table, but the eye didn't react. It just watched.

And then the page… began to change.

The eye shrunk, as if something were swallowing it from within, and words began to form in its place.

Words written in real time.

Letter by letter.

As if someone—or something—were writing them **NOW**, in the room with them.

Slowly, very slowly, the sentence emerged:

**“I know where you are.”**

Simultaneously, a long, wailing sound echoed throughout the building.

Alarm? No.

It was… a drawn-out wail.

As if the wind were beating against the walls.

Or as if… hundreds of voices were whispering at once, right next to their ears.

The ally grabbed his weapon.

“The book is drawing them in. We have to close it!”

Jacob tried to slam the book shut, but the cover was glued shut.

It wouldn’t close.

Then Argo jumped onto the table, bit down on the book with all his might, and yanked it open.

The cover snapped shut.

The light returned to normal.

All sounds faded.

Only Jacob was trembling.

The ally was too.

Argo was too, though he hid it as best he could.

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## **When the Book Dreams**

They didn't sleep that night.

They couldn't.

The book lay on the table, but... it began to **make sounds**.

First, a quiet knock.

As if someone was tapping from within.

Then a whisper.

Then a crack.

At one point, Jacob turned around, feeling as if something was behind him. But there was no one there.

The walls began to sweat a dark slime.

And Argo... began pacing the room nervously, as if sensing the presence of something beyond human comprehension.

At four in the morning, the book opened of its own accord.

On a page that hadn't been there before, new words appeared:

**"You cannot hide from me."**

And underneath—a map of the city.

Marked locations.

Red dots.

"What is this?" "The ally asked, leaning in.

Jacob swallowed.

"These aren't places of worship."

"So what?"

Jacob replied quietly, as if he didn't want the book to hear him:

"These are places where someone disappeared... in the last three days."

Suddenly, one of the dots began to glow.

The ally looked at Jacob.

"What does that mean?"

"That someone... is disappearing right now."

The Argo howled.

The sound was low, deep, filled with anger and fear all at once.

Jacob grabbed his weapon.

"We move. Immediately."

The book slammed shut on its own.

The lights went out.

The book... **laughed** quietly, as if it knew exactly where they were going.

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If you want... now I can write **Chapter 4: "The Vanishing Street"**, where Jacob, Argo, and an ally find themselves in a place that shouldn't exist—and face something that doesn't belong in the human world.

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