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My living had been turn upside down, and my staffs stood there powerlessly, there faces buried toward the ground. Jax was sitting on the sofa facing the entrance, holding a book I had left on the table earlier before going out. I walked forward and the damages got clearer; vases broken across the floor, and one of my favorite portraits shattered to the ground, with its frame resting by the wall. “The Unwelcome One,” he read from the book’s cover, slowly. “By Martin Crowns.” He looked up, at me, and I walked closer to him. “What’s the deal with you? Why causing all this mess in my abode?” I said slowly and my voice shaking—like I’d poured all my seriousness into that statement.

It still sat at her collarbone. She noticed him looking at it. “Stop,” she said without looking up from her book. “I’m not doing anything.” “You’re staring.” “It looks good on you.” She turned a page. He reached over and found her hand. She let him keep it. ………… Malcolm’s house was transformed. Warm light everywhere, cars lining the driveway, voices carrying from inside before they even reached the door. Staff moved efficiently through the entrance, guests in their finest, the kind of gathering that said old money and knew it.

--- It would be silent. --- And unstoppable.

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I turned over to the next page or I tried to. As if it had become stuck, the page did not even move. Furthermore, the rest of the pages couldn't be accessed either; they were like they had been glued together. I decided not to force it out of fear that the pages would tear. The suspicion was that Wise had glued all the pages, but it was not possible since even if he did not want me to take the book, he would never do such a thing. Could you please tell me why I cannot read the next page or any other page?

She'd have been in less of a state right now if it hadn't taken her two days to work up the courage to open it. She could still feel the way her heart rate quickened as she untied the brown craft string and gently tore at the seams of the paper. She recalled the confusion as she found herself staring at a shoebox for a pair of R.M. Williams Craftsman boots. Men's, size 10. "Peculiar...." she thought to herself as she lifted the lid of the box. Hidden under a few layers of tissue paper was a book she had never seen before. A lump formed in her throat as she inspected the cover—"Chance, Fate & Chocolate Cake: When Adventure Calls, Don't Hesitate. By Callum Buchanan." The author's name caused h

🌠 Unfolding Part 47—the chapter where letters once tucked away begin to connect strangers like threads across different hearts. The studio is no longer just a haven. It’s becoming a collective voice—full of whispers that want to become conversations, and truths that have waited their turn to be received.

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