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The Readers. The suited man stood at the room’s center, not fading now—he looked stronger than ever, his suit a deep blood-red. In his hand, he gripped a golden hammer. "The Creator has witnessed you!" he shouted up at the eyes. "But the story doesn’t belong to just her anymore! The Readers demand a trial! They want to decide if the Doctor and the Soul deserve happiness!" A giant screen floated in the air. Maya saw words fly fast across it: — Kill Julian! Makes the story thrilling!

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"Not all of it. Not immediately. Some of it will remain inaccessible until specific conditions are met." "What conditions." "That depends on which sections you're trying to reach." He looked at her steadily. "The journal does not open itself to a reader all at once. It opens in sequence, as the reader becomes ready for what each section contains. Attempting to force access to sections beyond your current capacity will not work. It simply won't resolve into language." Caelith looked at the journal on the table. "So it decides." "In a manner of speaking." "And the Respondent tells me how to start."

My voice did not shake. The man tilted his head. He didn't have a face, just a shifting darkness where his features should be. "You can call me the Reader," he said. His voice sounded like paper rubbing together. "I am the one who pays for the ink. I am the one who decides if your story ends here or keeps going." Bryan stepped in front of me, his hand on his pistol. "He’s another code, Hazel. Don’t listen to him." The Reader laughed. It was a dry, thin sound. "A copy thinks he has a choice. How cute."

she whispered. A doctor walked in, a nurse at his heels. The nurse flashed me a genuine loving smile and started checking the IV drip connected to my arm. The doctor patiently waited for her to finish before he solemnly said, "My name is doctor McKay and well, you're quite a fighter, Rebecca. The bruise on your ear is superficial, but the one on your hand is quite deep so you're not permitted to use that injured arm. Did you take any drugs before you slept? " I shook my head. "No, I didn't. I forgot to." I said as quietly as I could. My mom's eyes bulged in surprise. The doctor wasn't surprised as he had probably heard worse. Doctor McKay frowned. "Really? There's a high amount of hallucinog

Leaving my life behind to follow characters on their journey is the only way I know how to breathe. "I love reading. I'm a bit of a romance novel fan and an avid comic book reader." Jeremy goes into his bag and pulls out old Batman comics. He hands them to me. "I thought you might want to try these. They're my favorite comics." I take them from him. Our hands accidentally touch. My heart launches into a thousand fireworks. I've started to have these feelings on my journey to healing Jeremy. Feelings of caring for him. Feelings that I've only ever read about in novels.