The Long Tale No. 1 - Unopened Stories

The book sat, closed, on the desk. But, while its words were hidden, its knowledge poured from within. This book knew wonders. All it needed was for someone to read them. To tell them. To believe in them. Oh, the adventures it had had! The things it had seen and heard and done and known and loved! But now it was closed and alone, for the pencil no longer scribed and the man no longer imagined. The reason may have been unclear, enshrouded in secrets as it was. But it has to be questioned. To be read again. Will you?