The type

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Little Flower bookstore, at dawn.

Iryz's eyes flew wide open. She had just awakened from a dream, she was sure of that. But as soon as her eyes opened, she could not remember what she had just dreamt about.

Slowly, she pulled herself up into a sitting position and tried to recall what the dream was about. For some unknown reason, she felt as though the dream was related to something important. She had a feeling it had something to do with the book that they were desperately searching for.

She tried and tried but to no avail. Any memory from that dream seemed to have vanished into thin air the moment she had regained consciousness. It was as if the dream was actually non-existent.