Once upon a time, in a world not so dissimilar from our own, a young fae sits in her café booth, her nose buried in a book like the one you yourself are reading. She searches the book for the powerful, ancient beings, who created the world in which she lives.
The problem? It shares nothing with her. Nor do any of the books on her table, the café's shelves, or in libraries across the realm.
She will continue to fail to find anything on the gods of her world. That is, if she continues only to look in books. . .
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This book has been translated from the original Lotfwan in which it was written into your world's American English with as accurate a translation as possible. Some day to day items, time measurements, flora and fauna, and instrument names are replaced with their most Earth-like counterparts' names.