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Shelves are divided in two parts; a few on the left and the others on the right, with a walkway in the middle to access both sides. I move further inside, nearing the first shelf on my right. One look at the book arrangement and a smile appears on my lips. The books are arranged in an alphabetical order. I further confirm this by moving to the shelf on the left, the books on there start with the letter C on the top and D at the bottom. Walking to the back of the room, I near the open window, where a gasp flies out my lips. There’s splattered blood on the wall, dried and forgotten. When was the last time anyone walked in here?

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“How will this help us though? Do you separate your books by color?” Uncle Luc chuckles. “No, but my books are organized by subjects. So we just look at all of the green books in the magical spells section.” A grin spreads across his face. The page in Uncle Luc’s hand begins to glow as starts to chant the words written on the page. “Pone omnia in locum suum.” Books begin to fly through the air, moving onto shelves as more books go flying off the shelves, headed to their designated locations. Within a minute the tables, floor, and shelves are all cleared of clutter, with each book back in its rightful place.

But she… didn’t flinch. Lena walked over to a little table display and picked up a thin, cloth-bound book. She walked over to him, holding it out like an offering. *The Quiet Between Lightning Strikes.* A poetry book. The cover was old and nubbly, the title scribbled in fine silver ink. Julian stared at it like it was an alien thing. "What's this?" "A book," she said, smiling. "I told you. I don't—"

The lunch dishes had been washed, visitors rested in the lounge overlooking the lake, and a gentle breeze drifted through the open windows carrying the scent of summer flowers from the memorial garden. Adrian found Ava arranging fresh books on a display table in the library. “You reorganized everything.” “I did.” “Again.” She smiled without looking up. “I like people discovering books they were not searching for.” He picked up one of the novels from the display. “You have a system.” “I always have a system.” “I have never understood it.” “You are not supposed to.” She slid another book into place before stepping back to admire the arrangement. “I organize them according to conversations.” He

She just motioned to the table. Becca quickly set up shop. She had binders full of pictures and fabric that she laid out systematically on the table. “You said elegant, correct?” Becca asked, pulling out a specific binder from one of the suitcases. “Take a look in here and tell me what you think.” Emma took the big binder and carefully opened it, unsure of what was going to be inside. “The first picture is the reception hall of another wedding I did in New York last year,” Becca explained. “Everything was seashell cream with bluebird navy accents with a theme of diamonds, because diamonds are forever. Absolutely lovely.”

she said, pointing at Heira, “pretending she doesn’t secretly live for retail therapy.” Heira rolled her eyes but smiled. “Please, if anyone here needs therapy, it’s your wallet.” “Facts,” Bethy said proudly. “But I came prepared. I brought my rich-friend energy.” They walked further in. Their heels clicked softly against the marble floor while a staff member in a sleek black outfit approached immediately. “Good morning, welcome to Marquis Mode. Let me know if you need assistance,” she said with a polite bow. Bethy leaned toward Heira. “Translation: We see your potential to overspend and we like that.”

I ordered another cup of coffee and settled into the chair, the warmth of the cup seeping into my hands, for once offering a sense of comfort. We began to converse, words flowing effortlessly between us. As conversation swirled around us like a cozy sanctuary, his gaze sharpened, as if observing the weight upon my shoulders. "Why do you look so sad?" he gently enquired, his expression one of genuine concern. I paused, uncertainty tugging at myheart. For some unknown reasons a flicker of trust sparked inside me, and I took a deep breath, deciding to open up to this stranger in the coffee shop. "It's complicated," I finally admitted, my voice tinged with vulnerability. "I'm caught in an arrang