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I had for once in my life no planning I had to go by, no plans or things to do or any expectations and I felt relaxed to have nothing to do but read a book in a hot bath. Once I was done taking a bath and a quarter of my book further I decided it was time to rinse myself off, I started to get hungry, which my mother would love, and figured it should be about time to maybe go downtown, get myself some new clothes and new books from the money I had saved and was still in the envelope I was given along with my train ticket.

in this situation. I can reconcile that in my mind. I can even reconcile the lingerie and the toys—even the pearls. But the books? Hell, the sightseeing, in general. Including high tea at The Dorchester. These latter things are neither possessive in nature nor meant as a prelude to anything sexual. They’re more like… Experiences to collect. Memories to make. Perhaps what is most curious to me is that these are memories I’m making with him. My stomach flutters. I clamp down on my lower lip, briefly, to suppress a smile.

The morning Sena arrived at the manor with a bound manuscript under her arm and set it on the kitchen counter without speaking, Mara set down her coffee and waited. "It is about Rael," Sena said. "And your mother. And what it was like to know them both and to carry the knowledge for thirty years." She looked at the manuscript on the counter with the expression of someone looking at something they have lived inside for so long that seeing it from the outside still required adjustment. "It is not a formal account. It is not a historical record or a governance document. It is what I remember. What it felt like from where I was standing."

Hold it.. "Sir, where did you learn to say that?" "Hmm, I don't know. Let's see.." He pulls a book out from his pockets, "Fifty Shades of Embroidered Uniform. Sounds familiar to you, Zi Yan?" I squawk, "No." I shake my head fiercely, "Not familiar at all!" Yes! Very familiar! Chapter sixty five, line forty nine! "Oh, is that so?" He pulls out a piece of paper from his sleeves, "What's this? A secret transcript of all the booklets ordered by Miss Yuan Zi Yan?"

"Amethyst, these are books that I recommend you to read. That...that is simply a tale. It does not contain relevant and accurate facts and data like what you are looking for," I looked down at the book in my hand. With him here, I had to admit, scouring through this massive book depository seemed easier. I allowed myself to utter my gratitude as I accepted the books he had offered. After a few moments, I began reading all over again. This time he was right. Pages after pages, I learned most of the basics. Rather than a creative narrative, the text appeared to be written like a memoir, as if the person who wrote the passages witnessed the brutality firsthand. It was making me feel nauseous al

--- Later that night, Alessio locked up. Bianca stood on the patio barefoot, holding a wine glass, smiling to herself. He stepped behind her, placed his hand gently on her shoulder. She turned. And kissed him. Not in triumph. Not in grief. Just in peace. --- EPILOGUE Five years later, a teenage girl named Maia finds herself walking through a narrow bookstore in Lisbon. Dusty. Quiet. The kind of place that smells like old paper and hard truths. She finds a shelf marked “Memory Studies.” Between two thick history books, she sees a slim gray volume with no title on the spine. Inside, a single note handwritten on the first page:

Casey was everything I was not to them. They would be in for a shock when they learned who the real Casey was. The scientist played the next part of my memory without a prompt, and I was trying on clothes. I was overwhelmed by so many lovely and new garments. Excitement mingled with hesitation as I picked them out. I made my debut in a haute couture dress at the family banquet, celebrating my first public appearance as the Carters’ heiress. In my memory, Casey did my makeup and helped me into the dress. Her smile in the mirror was as harmless as ever, tricking me into believing she had changed.

It was bound with beautiful teal leather that caught my eye. I took it from his stretched hand. He took his seat once again and I looked at it. The book had a faint musty scent and surprisingly, it felt light as a feather in my hands. I fingered the gold letterings delicately, a part of me scared that I might disarrange them. It read Lost Memories. I couldn't take my eyes away from it. It felt like it called to me. I turned the cover over and it revealed an almost blank page. I almost did not notice the small writing at the very edge of the page.

“You’re doing great. I see the difference in you — you’re coming back to yourself.” “Sometimes I feel guilty about that. Coming back. Like I’m leaving Ayana behind.” Miriam reaches across the table, squeezes my hand. “You’re not leaving her behind. You’re learning to carry her with you while still living. There’s a difference.” Midnight finds me pulling dusty books from a shelf, fingers brushing cracked leather. A single page flips open under lamplight, revealing smiles frozen years ago. Her face appears, sharp and sudden, caught in faded colors. Memory spills forward without warning. The room feels heavier now, filled with quiet shapes only I can see.

“No worries, Miss Shuzen. I look forward to learning all things learnable from Jenna.” “And I will be more than willing to teach her all I know, Mae,” Jenna replied rather hastily, her joy seeping into her tone. Clasping my hands together, I nodded. “Perfect. It seems like we all understand ourselves here.” Walking towards the table right in front of Jenna, my hands searched for a specific forest green book with some ancient markings on it. It didn’t take long before my fingers could trace the familiar patterns on the book, and with speed, I dragged it out of where it had been hiding all this time.