A Thousand Stories
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Interacting with: @Stephanie Kensington
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Date: 09/20/25Word Count: 250
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✽The scent of old books and scratch of quills against parchment filled Avery as she walked into the Library. It had been so long since she had last been there. Too long. The last time she had been to the Library was when she was a first year. A young girl compared to who she was now. So much had happened to her since then. Some very good, and some. . . well, not so good.
Avery chose a table in one of the corners of the room. It was one of the few that still wasn't occupied, so it seemed like the perfect place to set her bad down and not disturb anyone. The old wood was smooth beneath her fingers as she gently brushed them against the old wood as she made a beeline for the chair she had chosen.
Once her bag was settled, Avery did the one thing that always made her the happiest. Search the shelves in order to find the perfect book. It was something she knew would never grow old. The feeling of the worn covers as she ran her fingers along them and the scent of old parchment and dust gave her a peace she never knew she needed until it came upon her.
As Avery searched the shelves for her next favorite story, she hadn't even noticed that she wasn't alone in the row like she had thought. Someone else was there too. Someone she would get to meet sooner than she realized.
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Credit: Mylo Atkins
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