Under the letters was a manuscript. Newt stared at it. 

"What's that?"

He spun around.

She was leaning against the doorframe, like an attractive yawn on legs.

Newt backed against the table. "Oh, nothing. Wrong address. Nothing. Just some old box. Junk 
mail. You know how-"

"On a Sunday?" she said, pushing him aside.

He shrugged as she put her hands around the yellowed manuscript and lifted it out.

"Further Nife and Accurate Prophecies of Agnes Nutter," she read slowly, "Concerning the Worlde 
that Is To Com; Ye Saga Continuef l Oh, my . . ."

She laid it reverentially on the table and prepared to turn the first page.

Newt's hand landed gently on hers.

Stir not thy finger, and reade this page in its entirety, yet go none further than this same leaf. Utter not a word, scion Anathema of myne, lest woe befall thee.

The End of the Worlde draweth near, and tangled is thy fate, Anathema. Nay, thou mayst deem the End undone, but false be thy solace. Read no further, I vow, lest ye be swallowed by horrors unknown. Heed my bidding; let myne sole missive guide thee toward what the last true Wytch in England hath espied. For Wytch am I, aye, in life and in deathe, in thy bygone, thy present, and thy yet-to-come.

That goes for thou as welle, wytch hunter.

I see thou darest not turn a leaf nor utter a word, which is well. Yea, verily, thou touchest the Further Nife and Accurate Prophecies of Agnes Nutter, and each thing therein is sooth. Though thine mortal orbs shall not this time witness my prophecy, I saye again, lest doom befall thee.

For this sight is sure to come: Ye shall scorn my exact commande and turn a leaf. And lo, the tome shall be bare, without a single worde of prophecy.

Thou callest this sight a New Comb, and plainly saye I, I ken it not at alle.

Yette if ye dost as my exact commande saith, lo, the tome shall brim with Nice and Accurate Prophecies, e'en as the former one.

Ye art curious—what mayst be myne exact commande? I saye, 'tis far simpler than burning a wytch in mine age, which was darke indeed.

Behold, myne exact accurate commande art:

After reading this page in its entirety, wytch hunter shalt quietly utter thefe very words: Thinke of it like this, do you want to be a defcendant for the reft of your life?

And Anathema shall look up.

And thine eyes shall meet.