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Jason flipped through the pages of the mutantur liber while his wife peeked over his shoulder in curiosity. Grace twirled a lock of her long blonde hair as he studied the pages. She knew he was supposed to be working on translating the book for the university, but something about the tome fascinated her. It looked so old and authentic, thick leather binding with burnished clasps and a swirling text that while meaningless to her, he assured her said mutantur liber in Latin. The Changing Book, recovered recently from a tomb uncovered during road construction. It had been sent to the university for study, and he was the one charged with transcri