EMAL I know my sister all too well—her curiosity, her persistence, and her inability to let a mystery rest. The moment I sensed someone had entered my room in my absence, I had my suspicions. Now, as Matilda stands before me, feigning innocence, I piece everything together. She must have had a reason for sneaking into my room earlier. A part of me wants to confront her immediately, to demand why she was here and what she was searching for. But I hold back. There’s no need to cause unnecessary tension—not yet. Instead, I choose patience, knowing that sooner or later, she’ll come to me with questions. She always does. As night falls, I sense her presence even before she knocks. "Come in, you don’t need to create a noise," I call out. She steps inside, scanning the room. Her gaze falls on the vellum, exactly where I left it. "I guess you’ve returned," she says casually. "Not too long ago," I reply. She moves toward my desk, glancing at the vellum once more before turning to m
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