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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