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Residing Dreams (Chapter 122)

I quietly exited my bedchamer. Exploring truly was more exciting at night! As I walked through the dark hallways and corridors, I soon began to feel as if I were in another dimension. I walked past the library, a room I knew rather well in my short stay at Mr. Chrysanthemum’s house. For some reason, I took a detour into that large room. It was dimly lit, and I could smell the pages of thousands of old books. That was such a comforting scent; I don’t know why. I made my way over to the circular oak reading table. I had left a magazine there which I had been reading. But to my dismay, it was gone. All that was left on the table was a blue striped hankerchief. Without fully realizing it, I picked it up with my hand and felt it. Wet. Nonchalantly, I picked up the hankerchief and left the library. Someone had been here.

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