Sitting, he laid the books to rest on the table, looking up at the Phantom with delight. "I've done a lot of collecting," he admitted, "and I thought you'd might like to see." Opening one of the journals, he showed Laurent what he meant. In the pages were notes, drawings, and pressed items from places he'd been. Leaves pressed into pages, flowers dried, long lean letters and drawings explaining the things he'd seen and the people he'd met.
"I've travelled quite a bit. There's so much to see, it's fascinating. Like old stones and ruins, beautiful theaters and churches. I... wasn't sure if you'd ever seen much."
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Sitting, he laid the books to rest on the table, looking up at the Phantom with delight. "I've done a lot of collecting," he admitted, "and I thought you'd might like to see." Opening one of the journals, he showed Laurent what he meant. In the pages were notes, drawings, and pressed items from places he'd been. Leaves pressed into pages, flowers dried, long lean letters and drawings explaining the things he'd seen and the people he'd met.
"I've travelled quite a bit. There's so much to see, it's fascinating. Like old stones and ruins, beautiful theaters and churches. I... wasn't sure if you'd ever seen much."