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CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT: EVANORA’S JOURNAL (|)
Evanora skims through the rest of the book- the inane details that follow are of no relevance to her. In this manner, she flips through the pages until a sentence catches her eye.
This is the tale of the Vischer family.
She stops flipping and focuses on that sentence, mouthing the words as her thin fingers trace them. Written in bold, cursive letters, these words may very well seem like a normal piece of writing that is stylised and highlighted. But those eight words mean something else to her.
Evanora admires the colour, font and style implemented by the author of this compendium. This is not the first time that the story of her family is chronicled, and it is quite certain that it will not be the last time. However, the glossy feel of those words, along with the colour and style of writing are subtle tributes to the Vischer family.
Each ancient family has peculiar mannerisms that are associated with them. It could be in the way they dress, eat
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