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Inside was a beautifully bound book. Its pages were blank. Attached was a handwritten note. "Your Majesties," "When you visited our village, you reminded us that every voice matters." "This book is a gift for your child." "May they fill its pages with their own thoughts, dreams, and discoveries." "May they always remain curious." "And may they never stop learning from the people around them." Nova carefully closed the book. "It's perfect." Kieran smiled. "Our child already has their first journal." She placed it beside the keepsake box containing their letters.

Big, wobbly letters. A S H. My heart gave a small jolt. I closed that book too. If I stayed in front of this shelf any longer, I would probably end up on the floor crying over a triceratops illustration while questioning every decision I had ever made. I moved to the long table in the middle of the room. A few things still lay scattered there. A closed laptop. Two leather folders. One black notebook without a title. The first folder had the small Romano Imperium logo in the corner. Inside were standard reports. Numbers, charts. My eyes only brushed the surface. My brain refused to dive into spreadsheets when my heart already had enough to do.

A water bottle, maybe. Then an old flashlight. A bundle of rusted keys. A tarnished pendant hanging from what might once have been a silver chain. Then a book. I freeze. A name is written across the cover. Jenna Maroney. I stare at it. My uneasiness grows. "Jenna Maroney," I murmur. Slowly, I open the book. It's a journal. The pages are yellowed with age. The first entry dates back more than twenty years. Something cold settles in my chest.

Lucas stated, his dark gaze locked onto her face, scanning every micro-expression. "Sir, I would *never* do such a dishonest thing!" Jennifer pleaded desperately, placing her hand over her heart before quickly holding out the black leather notebook she was clutching. "Look! I brought my personal research journal! I have been drafting this exact summary for weeks! Here are my initial rough notes, my dated outlines, and my preliminary supply models!" She handed the notebook across the desk to Lucas. Lucas took it and began flipping through the pages. I stepped closer, leaning over his arm to read the entries—and my breath hitched in my throat.

Once we settle in and she seems more calm, I give her a gentle reminder that she and I still need to talk about what happened the previous night. She sets her burger down and brushes the crumbs off of her fingers. “Hold on, let me get my book.” She climbs off the stool and hops off to her room. She comes back quickly with a ragged, thick blue book with bits and pieces of papers sticking out of it and climbs back onto the stool, facing me. “I'm so glad Mom put this in my bag. She remembered how important it is to me. This isn’t just a notebook, Keller. It’s kind of like a diary, I guess, or a journal? I’ve been trying to figure out the difference. And depending on the website you refer to, I

Rearranging the books, I found a small brown book wedged behind them, but it didn’t have a title or seem to belong to the library. While putting the library books up, I took the unmarked book and opened the cover to see if something was inside to help me figure out where the book went. The cover had nothing, so I flipped the page and saw it was a journal. The handwriting looked familiar as if I had seen it before. Flipping the pages, I skimmed the contents and saw that it discussed microchips. It was also about changed wolves. I took the book to the loft to find out if it was related to the same thing I wanted to create.

he began slowly, "I think there might be something more to this story than you realize." I raised an eyebrow, intrigued by his words. "What do you mean?" I asked, eager to uncover any hidden depths within my own work. Lex walked over to the bookshelf in the corner of his office and pulled out a worn leather-bound journal. Its pages were yellowed with age, and its cover was adorned with faded gold lettering. He turned to a specific entry and handed it to me. "This is an old story I wrote years ago," Lex explained. "It shares striking similarities with yours - the themes, the characters, even some of the plot points."

he was still as cocky as ever, typical Beta. After he said that no bumps would appear because the book seemed light, he took it. We both stared at the book that appeared to be a journal. We gave each other a curious look. Why would there be a journal on the shelves of the encyclopedia at the library? I knew it was wrong to look through someone else's diary, but my curiosity got the best of me. I took the journal from Ace and started to flip through it. The journal seemed old; the pages of the book were turning brown. There were liquid stains on some of the pages too. The diary was well organized, there were no lines, but the entries were styled.

STATS OF SENAN: STRENGTH: 35 HP Power: 51 HP Intelligent: Max level 100 HP Agility: 85 HP The leader of Black Eyes were named Lex. Lex receive a message while he was on the transaction of Drugs. When he open the bags of drugs he saw the message of Mother Tree and only Lex can read that message. When he read the message Lex immediately killed the person he made transaction with just a few minutes and after that Lex left. STATS OF LEX: STRENGTH: 78 HP Power: 48 HP

Then, finally, she sighed. “You actually think you can take them down?” I nodded. “I have to.” She sighed, raking a hand through her hair. “There’s no going back if I help you.” I met her gaze. “I passed that line a while ago.” Silence. Then, finally— She plunged her hand into her jacket and produced an old, leather-bound book. My breath caught. The journal. She set it on the table between us, her voice scarcely a whisper.