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I think I spent some time reading the book, and I almost forgot I was waiting for Gladimir to return. It was when I got to the second to the last chapter, I remembered that I was waiting for Gladmir. I glanced at my wristwatch, and I was shocked at how fast time had passed. It was about four hours already. ‘I had just spent four hours reading a book’ I frowned. I stared back at the book. When I was done with the book, I glanced at my wristwatch, I had already spent an extra hour. I ran out of patience, I couldn't wait for him any longer.

Now he’s staring at it incredulously. “What?” “The Jeweled Path can’t be your favorite book.” He looks up from the paper. “Please tell me you’re joking.” “I’m not joking,” I say, nettled. “Have you read it? It’s brilliant.” “I wasted thirty valuable seconds of my life downloading it and skimming the first chapter.” He pulls a face. “I want those thirty seconds back.” “You obviously missed the point,” I say, offended. “It’s really insightful if you read it carefully.”

Relieved, I quickly stand and turn to leave, quickly glancing at the noble gathering. I wanted to see if the legendary beauty of the Helen of Troy is true. Spotting a woman who I can only surmise to be her, is a comely face that is plump and pink with blue eyes and with shiny golden hair. That is her true attractive feature. Otherwise, she is definitely not a face that should have launched a thousand ships. Just saying. When I am done studying Helen, I haul ass back to the kitchen. I head to my cell to grab clean clothes, walking towards the bathhouse.

Something waiting. --- Determined not to be paralyzed by fear, I returned to the antique bookstore — to the stories, the secrets, the fragments of forgotten women. The elderly owner greeted me with a knowing smile. “You’re searching for answers,” he said quietly. I nodded. He handed me a leather-bound tome, its cover worn but strong — *Reflections of the Forgotten*. “Read carefully,” he advised. “Sometimes the past speaks through shadows.” --- I spent the night poring over its pages. The book told of women trapped in illusions, caught between worlds — ghosts of themselves, struggling to reclaim their true identities.