Chapter 54 Merit Of Magic

• Time trickled by slowly by surely as Diana read every word written on the diary, stared at every sketch splayed out with sure strokes on paper, and flipped mildly dog-eared pages one by one.
• She read and read, trying to see if there was anything hidden between the lines. Hints. Insinuations. Veiled emotions.
• But for a third of the diary, she found nothing other than the mundane stuff that the old and original Diana decided to talk about or draw.