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I wasn’t sure what I was checking for – Herb had given it to me, after all, and it was unlikely that there was anyone else here – but it felt right to double-check. “It is like that smear,” I said, my voice ringing with confidence. Skye and Kathrena both turned to me with identical, interested frowns, and I pulled the book out from its place on the bench beside me. “This is the one Herb gave you?” Skye asked, and I nodded. “Yeah. And get this – it’s like a diary, or a journal, or something. It’s all handwritten.” “What is it, then?” Kathrena wondered aloud, her fingers stroking the worn edge of the book.

“But we should probably go through things thoroughly before we leave. Just to be on the safe side.” “Then we should probably get started,” Lucas said, turning the page. A knot formed in my stomach suddenly. I grabbed the book from his hands. Not wanting him to read the contents. He looked at me in shock. “These are my mother’s journals. Her diaries,” I said, holding the book to my chest. “These are her most private thoughts. Helene and I will read them.” Lucas’ expression softened with understanding. He hooked a finger under my chin and leaned in to kiss me.

A cloud of dust billowed out, and I realized that I was holding a book. “What is this?” “It’s Alice’s journal. I believe it contains the answers you are looking for.”

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I took a pic of me eating and posted with the hashtag #latenightsnack I washed the leftover dishes and went upstairs to freshen up and get ready for bed When I came out of the bathroom the first thing I noticed was the brown paper packed with books and that old journal slipping out of my bag I crawled over to the middle of my bed to check it out. I opened the bag completely and brought out all the books, I picked up the journal and it actually looked really old, especially the leather on it, then I remembered Mr Jonathan's word's '...That book will test you...' I took a deep breath and opened the book. The pages were.... Blank?? I flipped through the book and it was the same I actually didn'

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“No… It doesn’t. But it felt as if it was burned into my skin.” “It’s the same design as the one on the book…” Leo adds with a frown. “Can you read it?” Thea implores curiously. “Yeah… - I nod, skimming through the contents - It’s like a journal. Or a diary… Would you mind if I went to read it in peace?” “No, no. Go ahead.” I go to the bedroom in the back before turning the book to the first page and start reading.

I wrote down the explanation she gave. “Soft inside. Crunchy outside.” I wrote. I looked at the pages. I remembered what Cassian told me. He said the book that brought her to this time was the Ledger of Satiety. My heart skipped a beat. That was the perfect name for my journal. I had been looking for a title. I took the quill. I wrote the words in bold letters on the cover. The Ledger of Satiety. Just after I finished writing. A sharp knock interrupted me. I did not like being disturbed in this room.

The fourth book is the argument about what the ordinary day becomes when the building is sufficient. He wrote: This is the argument I have been having for thirty-one years. The journal has been the record of the ordinary days and what the ordinary days have contained. The fourth book will be the argument about what the journal has been recording. He looked at what he had written. He thought about the journal as the raw material of the fourth book — not the source material in the sense that Don would quote from it, but the evidence, the lived record, the proof that the ordinary day deepens with the accumulation. The journal's thirty-one years of entries were the documentation of the deepening