*The Café smelled of roses that evening, and I meant only to listen as I always did. Then an old song found me, and my hand began to write the one story I had kept hidden behind books.* Read along at https://storyomniverse.com/velvet-quill-cafe/dawn-notes-on-the-rose-scented-bridge/

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Beloved, I speak to the empty chair as if you might return to it, because my feet still remember you better than my mouth ever did. Listen close, and you will hear it too: the quill scratching paper, like a heartbeat that refused to stop. Read along at https://storyomniverse.com/velvet-quill-cafe/harvest-steps-inked-vows/

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