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Paper Gods

Author: Valentina
last update Last Updated: 2025-05-11 18:58:30

The rain hadn’t let up all morning. It was as if the universe was on the same page with my mood. It drummed against the windows with a rhythm too deliberate to ignore. The kind of rain that didn’t ask for permission—just seeped into everything. It filled the silence with something just loud enough to muffle guilt and expensive lies.

The house was still. Sarah had gone grocery shopping. Wilbet, by some small miracle, had vanished hours earlier, muttering something about a board meeting and urgent calls. I didn’t care. All I wanted was silence.

And the library—smug, dark, and lined with leather-bound delusions,

Wilbet’s might I add—was the one place no one would dare look for me. The kind of room that existed for appearances, not use. The scent of old paper and wood was reassuring, if I didn’t think too hard about it.

I ran a hand along the spines until I found a familiar title. The Economics of Prestige. Typical.

Wilbet loved to decorate shelves with things he didn’t read. As if intel
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