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“The chains of weariness have enshrouded me of late,” Marcus replied, weariness painted upon his tone. “His counsel was one of respite, fearing my relentless labor might cause dire consequence.”

Yet Millie sensed a nuance beyond the surface. Marcus bore within him a concealed narrative, a story yet untold.

Facing the clarity in Millie’s eyes, Marcus felt a pang of melancholy. He hated lying, but it was an illness without a cure.

His countenance remained resolute before Millie, a facade meant to shield her from his fragility. His desire was unwavering—to spare her the weight of his concerns.

“Let’s head back. As you see, I’m hale and hearty,” he declared, his words buoyant in an attempt to dispel Millie’s burgeoning concern.

An inkling of consternation creased Millie’s brow.

them past a charming bookstore. Millie, seized by a literary yearning, declared her intention to procure a book. Marcus, ever the companion, joined her within the quaint emporium. Amid the shelves and aisles, they sought their quarry until Millie emerged

Millie nestled the acquisition upon her

this selection?” queried Marcus, his curiosity kindled by the enigmatic

curiosity compels me,” Millie replied, veiling her deeper musings. A suspicion had sprouted

how could that photograph have slipped through the grasp of her

back to the hotel

the book before her. Marcus, post-shower as well,

knowledge. And in due course, her head found its reprieve upon

adrift in the sea of forgotten

fleeting tension gripped Marcus. What hidden knowledge did Millie possess? This very selection of book roused his