The Mind Of Walker
Allen Walker was a strange, confusing woman, Howard Link thought. To the casual viewer, there wasn’t anything about her, besides her appearance, that made her so unusual. Link had thought so too, at first. Then he started noticing the little quirks she had, the ones that no one else registered or picked up on. The most frustrating part, though, was that every single time he thought he had figured her out, Allen always did something out of left field that threw off all his expectations of her.
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It was the journals that first notified Link that something was off about his ward. Allen had over fifteen of them stored beneath her bed, from locked diaries to the cheap journals you could buy anywhere. All of them were filled with her thick, messy script. The inner pages had no rhyme or reason to subject matter or order, but still gave off a feeling of organization. She wrote about everything, from daily events to her favorite poets to sheet music.
Once, Allen had forgotten to pack
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