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OVERTURNED EVENT

WAYNE

Daylight was pretty sucked away too quickly when I lifted my hands above my head and stretched my knocking bones, my body aching so badly, feeling like it ripped through my flesh as I brought them down. I glanced at the spot where Flynn once sat. He was gone a long time ago. Was it a few hours into noon? Certainly, he was not the type to endure a long day of studies like I did.

“Can I retire now? I can feel the comfort of my bed calling to me,” I muttered with a yawn as I averted my gaze to Phyllis. She remained seated across me, watching keenly to make sure I never missed any word in the book. I guess that was how unoccupied she was. The witch nodded and reached for the book, her eyes squinting the moment they met with the sepia yellow pages.

She gestured for me to stand but before I could obey, the Library door opened and a balmy-looking Lady walked in. She was a servant, I could tell, judging from

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