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Eleanor walked into the library in a daze. There was nothing, and I repeat nothing worse than being stuck in a dingy room filled with musty books. She took in a deep breath and started coughing through all the dust floating around in the air. “Better get used to it,” a voice snickered. “Or you won’t last long here.” Eleanor whipped her head around, coming face to face with someone familiar. Oh dear. That mess of brown hair and haunting green eyes was recognizable everywhere. The most annoying kid at her University. William. A smi...
Elliot sat down on the school bench and took out a newspaper. “Hey, nerd,” a girl’s voice called. “Who even reads those things anymore?” “Oh dearest Elizabeth. Many still enjoy the weekly paper even if we live in a society where those numbers are in sharp decline.” “So are you gonna tell me why you’re reading the paper today?” “Oh you know me. I can never keep away from a good headline.” “Cut the crap Eli!” “Well, since you’re dying to know,” Elliot started with a smile as he pointed to a small ad on the back of the newspaper...
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Alice traced her finger along the dusty shelves of the Denwood Manor library. She inhaled deeply and grabbed the key dangling around her neck. She loved the smell of old books, but it was time for her to say goodbye. Her last day as an apprentice to Carter Denwood. She was glad, but a part of her would miss this old place. It felt like home. “You’re here early. Already going without a goodbye, Miss Alice?” Carter spoke from the front door. Alice jumped, but soon moved into Carter’s view. “Yeah, I’m sorry I should get going. I have a flight...
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