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Chapter 8 EIGHT img
Chapter 9 NINE img
Chapter 10 TEN img
Chapter 11 ELEVEN img
Chapter 12 TWELVE img
Chapter 13 THIRTEEN img
Chapter 14 FOURTEEN img
Chapter 15 FIFTEEN img
Chapter 16 SIXTEEN img
Chapter 17 SEVENTEEN img
Chapter 18 EIGHTEEN img
Chapter 19 NINETEEN img
Chapter 20 TWENTY img
Chapter 21 TWENTY ONE img
Chapter 22 TWENTY TWO img
Chapter 23 TWENTY THREE img
Chapter 24 TWENTY FOUR img
Chapter 25 TWENTY FIVE img
Chapter 26 TWENTY SIX img
Chapter 27 TWENTY SEVEN img
Chapter 28 TWENTY EIGHT img
Chapter 29 TWENTY NINE img
Chapter 30 THIRTY img
Chapter 31 THIRTY ONE img
Chapter 32 THIRTY TWO img
Chapter 33 THIRTY THREE img
Chapter 34 THIRTY FOUR img
Chapter 35 THIRTY FIVE img
Chapter 36 THIRTY SIX img
Chapter 37 THIRTY SEVEN img
Chapter 38 THIRTY EIGHT img
Chapter 39 THIRTY NINE img
Chapter 40 FORTY img
Chapter 41 FORTY ONE img
Chapter 42 FORTY TWO img
Chapter 43 FORTY THREE img
Chapter 44 FORTY FOUR img
Chapter 45 FORTY FIVE img
Chapter 46 FORTY SIX img
Chapter 47 FORTY SEVEN img
Chapter 48 FORTY EIGHT img
Chapter 49 FORTY NINE img
Chapter 50 FIFTY img
Chapter 51 FIFTY ONE img
Chapter 52 FIFTY TWO img
Chapter 53 FIFTY THREE img
Chapter 54 FIFTY FOUR img
Chapter 55 FIFTY FIVE img
Chapter 56 FIFTY SIX img
Chapter 57 FIFTY SEVEN img
Chapter 58 FIFTY EIGHT img
Chapter 59 FIFTY NINE img
Chapter 60 SIXTY img
Chapter 61 SIXTY ONE img
Chapter 62 SIXTY TWO img
Chapter 63 SIXTY THREE img
Chapter 64 SIXTY FOUR img
Chapter 65 SIXTY FIVE img
Chapter 66 SIXTY SIX img
Chapter 67 SIXTY SEVEN img
Chapter 68 SIXTY EIGHT img
Chapter 69 SIXTY NINE img
Chapter 70 SEVENTY img
Chapter 71 SEVENTY ONE img
Chapter 72 SEVENTY TWO img
Chapter 73 SEVENTY THREE img
Chapter 74 SEVENTY FOUR img
Chapter 75 SEVENTY FIVE img
Chapter 76 SEVENTY SIX img
Chapter 77 SEVENTY SEVEN img
Chapter 78 SEVENTY EIGHT img
Chapter 79 SEVENTY NINE img
Chapter 80 EIGHTY img
Chapter 81 EIGHTY ONE img
Chapter 82 EIGHTY TWO img
Chapter 83 EIGHTY THREE img
Chapter 84 EIGHTY FOUR img
Chapter 85 EIGHTY FIVE img
Chapter 86 EIGHTY SIX img
Chapter 87 EIGHTY SEVEN img
Chapter 88 EIGHTY EIGHT img
Chapter 89 EIGHTY NINE img
Chapter 90 NINETY img
Chapter 91 NINETY ONE img
Chapter 92 NINETY TWO img
Chapter 93 NINETY THREE img
Chapter 94 NINETY FOUR img
Chapter 95 NINETY FIVE img
Chapter 96 NINETY SIX img
Chapter 97 NINETY SEVEN img
Chapter 98 NINETY EIGHT img
Chapter 99 NINETY NINE img
Chapter 100 HUNDRED img
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Chapter 1 FINDING THE INKWELL

Leave me alone Josh! I said in an alarmed tone as I was pushed against the wall. My face contorts in pain as my elbows collide with the wall.

Shut the fuck up! We both know you want me, enough with all this sly acting. Josh says with a sneer on his lips as he leans closer to me.

The pungent smell of alcohol emanating from him is enough to make me puke if I wasn't already disgusted by him.

Life in Willowbrook Town is slowly becoming unbearable for me. The people's cruel nature was slowly getting to me. Their wicked words and derogatory statements cut through the pieces of my fragile heart.

What's worse is, I'm in no way to be blamed for my predicament. I was abandoned by my parents and family just a few months after I was born. The townspeople gave me away to the orphanage where I was brought up.

The townspeople get it into their heads that because I grew up without my family, I don't deserve any respect or love. Almost as if it was my fault that I was abandoned.

It got better for a while. When my novel blew up and became a bestseller, they started warming up to me. Their fake smiles, however, dwindled with the fame.

As soon as the publishers started leaving, sending rejection letters upon rejection letters, the townspeople returned to their true nature.

I went out of my house to pick up my mail, and then decided to make a quick stop at the grocery store, only to come across Josh, whose only purpose in life had been to torment and disturb my life.

"Even if you were the last man on earth, I wouldn't touch you with a nine-foot-long pole." I said in a moment of anger, almost regretting my choice of words instantly.

Josh's expression turns mean right before he grabs me by my arm, his hand forming a band around it.

"What is going on here?!" The staff member on duty asks the moment she turns around the corner to the aisle where I'm currently being held captive.

"Nothing. Run along!" Josh says in an annoyed tone to the lady.

The staff whom I now recognize as Ria, steps closer to us, her expression one of pure determination.

"I'm going to have to ask you to leave, sir." Ria says in a harsh tone as she glares at Josh.

Josh stared heatedly back at her, and for a minute, I was scared that he wouldn't budge, but then suddenly he let go of my arm, but not before squeezing it painfully one more time.

He gives me a warning glare before storming off, but not before shoulder checking Ria.

When he leaves, I turn towards Ria, words of gratitude at the tip of my tongue, but she doesn't wait another second before hurrying back to her position at the counter.

I hesitated for a second, wondering whether I should follow after her to thank her or whether I should make a hasty retreat out of the store.

If I stayed here any longer, I was at risk of coming in contact with another person who wouldn't hesitate to hurt me and I didn't want that.

I hurried out of the shop towards the back door. I count my steps as I make my way home, admiring the clear blue sky. Just as I step out onto the street, I find Josh leaning on my front porch, waiting for me with an intense expression on his face.

I beat a hasty retreat, running back in the direction I came from.

My eyes fill with tears, as I realize that, once again, I'm being forced out of my comfort zone due to the evil nature of the people around me.

I find myself walking in the shadows, cutting through alleys with no particular destination in mind.

Just when I'm about to give up and head to the police station to make a report, a small shop catches my eye. An antiques shop.

The Vintage Vaults.

The name sounds so unique and beautiful, and I don't know if that's exactly what pulls me into it. I try to reason about the fact that I really need to go home, but it's almost like my thinking faculties have been colonized by a strange power drawing me into the shop.

"Welcome to the Vintage Vaults!" A bright sunny voice called out from behind the counter, pulling my attention to a man who seemed to be in his early sixties.

"Hi!" I responded in a shaky tone, unsure of what to say in this situation.

Do you want to look around the shop? See if maybe there's something you want to buy? The shopkeeper asks with a nice and stable smile on his lips, probably sensing my hesitation.

"Sure." I said with a tight smile, grateful to him for taking the lead.

I followed him through the narrow aisles, trying to steady my breath. The place is crowded with all sorts of oddities, each one more mysterious than the last.

We stopped in front of a tall grandfather clock, its wood dark and polished, almost glowing in the dim light.

"This clock," the shopkeeper says, his voice low and almost reverent, "belonged to a countess who swore it stopped ticking the moment she took her last breath."

I stare at the clock's face, the hands frozen in place. There was something eerie about it, a heaviness in the air that pressed down on me.

Next, we arrive at a row of mirrors, each one framed in intricate designs that seem to twist and curl like vines.

"These mirrors," he continued, "are rumored to reveal not just your reflection, but the true essence of your soul."

A shiver ran down my spine. The glass in the mirrors seemed to shimmer, almost as if it was alive, and I quickly looked away, feeling an uneasy flutter in my chest.

Finally, he leads me to a small, dusty table in the corner of the shop. My eyes are immediately drawn to the object resting there-a dark, ornate inkwell. The moment I see it, something deep inside me stirs, a connection I can't explain.

"What about this?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

"Ah, that inkwell," he says slowly, almost as if he was choosing his words carefully, it once belonged to a writer whose words could alter reality itself. But be careful," he added, his voice dropping to a grave tone, "not all stories end the way we imagine."

Despite the warning, I just couldn't resist. I can feel it, an almost magnetic pull. "I'll take it," I say, the words escaping before I can second-guess myself. I just know-I need this inkwell. It is meant for me.

            
            

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