Ilona
My hands gripped onto the journal, confused and uncertain. With a deep breath, I blew away the coat of dust that protected the journal. Then, my fingers ran across the name of my late mother etched on the leather cover.
Rowena Sybil.
I had to admit, it was odd that the hyphen along with the ‘Rannulf’ name was missing. But, it did stir up a lot of curiosity and doubt in me. The question of whether it was a mere mistake or intentional plagued my mind.
Biting back on my lower lip, my thumb flipped through all the pages at once and stopped at one. Opening the journal, I read the words inscribed on the page. It was written in the familiar perfect cursive strokes.
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It is only the last day of fall, and an icy breeze has already blown my way. Sadly, it was not from the northern t
