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It' all about confidence…
By the time I finished reciting Immara's thoughts, I opened my eyes and found myself in my own bedroom. My mind was still filled with everything that Immara found about the demon's seal…
“I need to write it down until I remember her notes!” I shouted frantically looking for a pen and a piece of paper.
I started writing down each word I saw in glimpses of Immara's memories. I wrote 10 pages of detailed instructions before I realized I was writing in Hebrew…
“Why Hebrew?” I wondered observing my notes.
Fortunately, it was yet another language I could easily understand. Perhaps, Immara chose to write her diary like that deliberately, so not one of the servants, nor her enemies could read and understand what she was writing about.
“God… how long did she had to stare at the Duke's naked chest…?!” I chuckled appreciating how precise were her insights on what were the words spinning inside the seal.
I started to get jealous of her relationshi
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