“All books are merely delayed dust.” ~George Elliott Clarke
Ashley made another entry in the journal that came with the backpack. He couldn’t believe how far he had come since the pack’s arrival, since the series of mysteries and riddles, the various visits.
The headings for each letter were drawn by Grandpa Emery – he’d recognize the calligraphy style easily. What had started the journey or quest, in the beginning, had taken on a new meaning now. Ashley had almost forgiven himself.
Almost.
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