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Submitted to Contest #307
I never intended to join a secret society. I was only looking for a decent antique map.It began in a dusty bookstore tucked behind a row of boarded-up shops in Edinburgh's Old Town, where tourists rarely ventured. I was drawn in by the smell—musty paper, wax polish, and something vaguely like lavender. The bell didn't chime when I opened the door. In fact, I wasn't entirely sure the door opened at all. One moment, I was on the street; the next, I was inside, blinking in the dim golden light.An old man sat behind the counter, spectacles slipp...
Submitted to Contest #306
April 2, 1906Morning fog still clings to the garden wall. I watched it from the third-floor window today, the one that rattles when the wind blows through it. Nurse Allen says I mustn't write these things down, that they "feed the fevered mind." But what else am I to do with all this remembering?I found this journal hidden in the bottom drawer of the old sewing room desk. The pages smelled of lavender and something else—dust, age, or maybe secrets. I've hidden it beneath the thin mattress on my cot, behind the spring that juts like a crooked...
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