Curious notebook
On a narrow shelf attached to the van wall, Suzan spotted a small, battered notebook. Its cover was smudged and peeling, as though it had been handled countless times. She flipped it open, expecting neat handwriting, but instead found page after page of erratic scribbles. The marks weren’t words at all—just chaotic squiggly lines, as if a child had tried and failed to write.
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