"The Book of Joyless Triumph"

The book's pages are empty, but upon opening it, you see... yourself. You stand over the body of the Stag Lord on that distant day, when the fate of the Stolen Lands — and yours — was decided. She, whom you share your sight with, is laughing wickedly in triumph. You feel her vicious joy, hear her thoughts: "The hound I let slip has taken the stag. Oh, how proud this new hero must be! How little you know, hound, that your life and your death shall serve the mistress' plans. I need only wait a little while. Allow you your toy crown — then steer you to your death, as I have steered the stag. Yet another grain will fall into the cup. Dust, dust — that is what you are!"