Perhaps it was surreal, to be lost in the pages of war and romance, a cacophony of history unfolding to the sweet sound of birdsong around them. A cool breeze blew through the park, trying earnestly to flip pages ahead of her eyes, offering to be a grounding force for the young witch. She let the breeze go on, fluttering away unlike the firm grasp on the pages which spelled out the dizzying enchantment of the stories she loved so much. An historical adventure to counter the social adventure, one proving to be the real novel in Millie’s day today.
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