Burning Passion: Love Never Die

“Do I have to memorize each word?” Millie inquired. This tome ought to comprise no less than a hundred pages, an abundance demanding far too great a feat for her to commit to memory over the span of a single evening.

Emerie responded with an air of nonchalance, “Yes, newcomers master this odyssey in just one day. You’re as fresh as spring’s first blossom; I believe the journey won’t weary you.”

“Alright.” Millie agreed, her spirit resolute despite knowing the challenge was deliberately set to test her mettle.

As the sun dipped beneath the horizon and the shadows lengthened,

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Millie delved into the book with fierce concentration. She began to dance with the words, twirling through pages, filling her mind with the roles and rituals that stretched across a hundred Leaves of paper.

Millie gently massaged her brow, a gesture of weariness in the face of the undeniable truth: indeed, the pages numbered a full hundred.

Millie delved deeper into memorization. Her adept memory served as a reliable

knowledge and a literal hunger for sustenance. The world

for her forgotten keys, only to find Millie

found it to be eleven o’clock, yet Millie persisted with unflagging

that Millie possessed the capacity to master

her office door. Could

darkness,

Millie stood frozen, a sensation of being consumed by its depths. Hastily, she activated her phone, only to be met with the unfortunate

outside, guided solely by her instincts,

the dim hallway jolted her, and as an instinctive response, she clasped her knee in a

with uncertainty-had the building lost power completely or just this floor? Thomas Group’s scale hinted at meticulous power control, possibly leading to synchronized blackouts,

“Millie.”

from the gloom, a familiar voice emerged, a beacon in the black