[ she throws it like a stone into a pond, searching natasha's face for ripples as she takes the notebook from her. cautious. slow. giving her a chance to change her mind. alina looks down at it, turning it over in her hands, studying the shape and style.
it's flimsier than her own. the pages thinner. the binding strange. paper from another world. she smiles despite herself, imagining what david kostyk and the other materialki might think of something like this. it's a sad smile. ]
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[ she throws it like a stone into a pond, searching natasha's face for ripples as she takes the notebook from her. cautious. slow. giving her a chance to change her mind. alina looks down at it, turning it over in her hands, studying the shape and style.
it's flimsier than her own. the pages thinner. the binding strange. paper from another world. she smiles despite herself, imagining what david kostyk and the other materialki might think of something like this. it's a sad smile. ]
I'm sorry. That must be hard.