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The Reader stumbled backward. Their faceless hood twisted violently, body bending in impossible angles. “You’re not supposed to hesitate!” they gasped. Liora clutched the book to her chest. “Then maybe this isn’t the final chapter.” “You can’t stop what’s been written,” the Reader hissed. “You can’t outrun the ending!” The floor cracked beneath them, Not ground, But text, Pages of her life peeling apart like skin, And rising from between them, Was a figure made entirely of titles. No face, No features.

Luca looked amused but followed without protest. Inside, the air smelled of old paper and dust. Stacks of books filled every corner, and a sleepy cat dozed on the counter beside an elderly woman who greeted us with a kind smile. I wandered between the shelves, fingers brushing against spines — romance, poetry, mystery — stories that once felt too far away from the life I’d been living. I picked up a worn copy of The Little Prince and smiled faintly. “I used to read this when I was a kid.”

My heart leaped with hope as I approached the section, quickly pulling out a few volumes. “Well, here goes nothing,” I murmured to myself, selecting a particularly dusty tome. The book was heavy and worn, its cover adorned with faded gold lettering. I wiped away the dust and carefully opened it, the pages crackling softly in the silence. The satisfying scent of aged paper filled my nostrils, evoking a sense of ancient wisdom and forgotten knowledge.

I rolled my eyes and leaned back against my chair. “Oh man, she gave you a typical book that women like to read” “Cheesy romance?” I shuddered. Gabriel laughed slightly, jutting the book in my direction. “Don't ever say that to a woman's face” “What? They don't like being told that?” “They treasure this type of…words on papers…” he started turning the book again like it was something interesting. “” It's full of vulgar…words and scenes” I shuddered slightly.

She made me feel safe and welcomed, something I was gradually losing. I watched as she flipped through the pages of a book, her eyes scanning the pages like she was feasting on them. “Do you really have to finish reading that today?” I asked, crossing my arms as I stared at her. Apart from the fact that she loves cooking, she's obsessed with reading novels as well. Kiera is a book lover, someone that could finish a whole book in a single day. She raised her head slowly, meeting my gaze with a graceful smile, “Yes, I am.” she replied curtly, returning back to the book.

The air was tinged with the scent of antiquity and the whispers of ancient wisdom, creating a tapestry of knowledge that enveloped her in a cocoon of learning and discovery. As she wandered through the aisles, Hazel's eyes landed on a book with a shimmering cover, its pages glowing with an otherworldly light. Intrigued, she reached out and opened it, and as she read the words inscribed on the pages, a sense of wonder and awe washed over her. The book told tales of forgotten realms, of mythical creatures and legendary heroes, of quests for knowledge and journeys of the mind. Each page turned revealed a new story, a new adventure, a new opportunity to explore the depths of imagination and crea

“Have you read any of these?” “All of them.” “I wish I could read all the time. I’m more like a book collector. I buy books, stack them on my racks, and never really read them. When I do, I use forever to complete a book,” I explained , feeling a bit ashamed. “But I still like to be addressed as an avid reader. Does that make sense?” “Well…” Viola trailed off, and that was when I heard her paint brush crashing to the ground. “My stomach.”

"Please, be my guest." Layla settled into the seat opposite him, her eyes lingering on the book that held Liam captive. "Ah, the enigma of literature," she mused, her lips curling into an alluring smile. "A book can transport us to distant realms, introducing us to characters who become our confidants, even lovers, for a brief moment in time. What tale has captured your imagination, dear stranger?"

“I would prefer to have more illustrations in our books. The words aren’t that enticing, even.” Elizabeth gave out a bit of a laugh before saying, “Brother, books are made to inspire, to nourish your mind. Books aren’t meant to be some kind of museum.” She continued, “Words are meant to be poetic. They are meant to be in such a way so your mind can think. Books are supposed to take you to different places, places where you can’t go.” “I will try next time,” I sighed. “I suggest that you do that as much as possible. Even the wisest men in this world read books because even they don’t know everything,” she comforted.

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