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Her mother didn't know that after today, she would never have to see Sera again if everything went according to plan. Hello Everyone! I hope you've enjoyed the first chapter of the new book. I appreciate that you took the time out of your day to read a humble author's work. Let me know if anything is grammatically incorrect or if you have any comments. I can't wait to continue this journey; even if nobody ever reads it, I am willing to take myself on a journey! Thank you again, and I hope to hear from you! ~E.C.

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I CAN TEACH A GOOD LESSON TO EVERYONE WHEN TIME COMES. Hello readers! Pls try to drop your valuable comments on every chapter. . It will be helpful for me. Thanking you. Author HEER.

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She’d learned that she could absorb more by staying quiet than she ever could by performing participation. Near the end of the period Mr. Shepherd passed around a sheet. “List of American authors. Sign up for whoever you want, read three of their books, write a report on each, and put together an overall analysis at the end. First come, first served — if your favorite’s taken, pick someone else.”

There was only the appearance of movement within the ever-motionless. The recognition never dawned. There was only the appearance of dawning within the ever-known. Every word written before was this. Appearing as word. Every silence between words was this. Appearing as silence. Every turning of page was this. Appearing as turning. Every expectation of more was this. Appearing as expectation. Every letting go of expectation was this. Appearing as letting go. The reader is this. Appearing as reader. The reading is this. Appearing as reading.

Not of worlds. Not of stories. A map of people. Countless tiny lights filled its pages. Each light represented an Author somewhere across existence. One by one... those lights began disappearing. The First Reader whispered, "Someone is hunting the Authors." The little girl pointed toward the center of the map. One light burned brighter than all the others. Unlike the rest... it wasn't fading. It was growing. A single word slowly appeared beside it. ELIAS At that exact moment... the Last Editor's black pen shattered completely.