*Dawn Notes on the Rose-Scented Bridge*

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*The Café smelled of roses that evening, and I meant only to listen as I always did. Then an old song found me, and my hand began to write the one story I had kept hidden behind books.* Read along at https://storyomniverse.com/velvet-quill-cafe/dawn-notes-on-the-rose-scented-bridge/

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