Daily Writing Blurb

He'd fallen asleep again. It was the sixth time that month that she'd found him there, candles still burning and face pressed against the printed pages. She began to close the books spread around him, tucking loose pages away, and folding up the opened charts and maps. She reached a certain chart and paused; usually, she didn't know most of what he researched, but this was different. This was something she recognized.

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