Something I put together with a twist on my two yêu thích stories of past (or legend. whatever bạn want to think) I hope bạn enjoy!
The ngày droned on in a wave of summer heat. The cỏ blew in the mildly cool breeze, insects chirping in the hum of the day. All was quiet and still, just how she liked it. She sat lazily on a bench, something her mother would have scolded her for so long ago. Her journal lay in her lap, pen moving quickly on the page. Her fingers slowed, then stopped. She sat up and shut the book. Reaching into her bag, she pulled out a much older, worn leather book. The smell...
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