Halls of the Dark Muse

I had finally finished the monstrous book this morning, The Autobiography of Henry VIII: With Notes by His Fool, Will Somers: A Novel by Margaret George, which was quite interesting I thought, and after that I decided I wanted to read Club Dumas by Arturo Pérez-Reverte, so I dig it out of the bottom of the stacks of books upon the floor in my bedroom, and whenever I get ready to start a new book I always like to gage about how long the chapters are.

So I am flipping through the first chapter (and almost every book I own is bought used) when I came upon at first what I thought was a photograph, or picture that was part of the book, and than I realized it was a postcard, but still I thought it might have actually been part of the book itself, but soon I realized, that they were detached from the book and apparently something someone else had slipped within.

I withdraw it to realize that it is in fact two, seemingly brand new, unwritten postcards of Thailand.