Evaline:
I pouted at the screen as I finished typing the one hundred and twenty-third page of the herb and potions record book.
One hundred and twenty-three.
The number stared back at me like a quiet accusation.
Three days ago, when I had first dusted off the heavy tome and carried it to my table, I had briefly worried that I wouldn't be able to finish digitalizing the entire book within my remaining working days. Back then, it had felt like a reasonable concern, something I could push aside with determination and hard work.
Now?
Now, as I leaned back in my chair and stared at the progress bar mocking me from the bottom of the screen, the truth settled heavily in my chest.
Nearly two hundred chapters still remained.
Two hundred.
I sighed, letting my forehead rest against the cool edge of the desk for a second.
