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The library was quiet, the afternoon sunlight filtering through the stained-glass windows. Anna sat alone at the far corner, the mysterious book, The Reflection Game, spread open before her. Her finger traced the intricate designs on the yellowed pages, her heart pounding with both excitement and unease. The cryptic instructions whispered to her, their meaning elusive but tantalizingly close. She didn’t understand why she felt so drawn to the book, but she couldn’t let it go. It was as if the book had chosen her, as if it were calling her to uncover its secrets.

She had never been in the midst of so many books and she was totally awed. As she moved past the shelves, a particular book caught her attention. It was dark and larger than the rest. She pulled it out, coughing slightly from the dust that had collected on it. Tiny insects scurried out as she took the book to one of the couches and settled on it. Annabelle Hale;this is my book of shadows. "Interesting title",Caleb commented from beside her. She was just about to write on the parchment and show it to him when they heard a loud sound.

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Agnes pondered. Maud was thoughtful as she spoke. “We know what it’ll do to get to its own ends. Seems it’ll walk for as far as the world lets it an’ it’ll sour anythin’ it touches along the way. Nothin’ good will ever come of it bein’ free of whatever prison holds it.” Agnes dipped into the pocket of her body-warmer and pulled out a small notebook with a red cover. The words AGNES’ BRAIN had been written in the librarian’s neat script. She pulled the blue pen from behind her ear and licked the tip as though it was a pencil.

// A/N A new cover is on its way! <3 Happy reading

Her tail fin is very wide and grey colored. "Little siren, let's continue alright? You can beat me later" Andre suggested. The book vanished from Andre's hands and appeared at Annabelle's. "The language is ancient too but I can understand the first page. It reads: 'The life of a fairy- magic level and spells' " "That's all?" Andre asked in disbelief. "Yup! It wasn't easy for me to discern this first page. As for the rest, I can't." Annabelle shrugged and closed the book.

I still needed to clean the floor and the rest of the tables, but she offered to wait for me, armed with one of her erotic fantasy books of the moment and a cup of coffee. The cover of the book positioned next to her hand, which was made in gold tones and with a mask drawn in dark calligraphy, shone for a moment from the corner of my eyes, and I looked quickly, almost deceiving myself into thinking that Zylah would be shining in that same tone of gold. Sometimes my eyes deceived me when I looked quickly at Anne, seeing her brown hair shining with the golden tone like a second skin, just so that I blinked and the mirage disappeared. "To begin with..." I began to say, wetting the mop and putti

She unpacked her tote bag, setting out a small tin of cookies, a travel mug of tea, and a worn copy of Anne of Green Gables. “Read it to my class every fall,” she said to no one in particular. “Even the boys liked it, though they pretended not to.” When no one responded, she simply opened the book and began to read aloud. Her voice was smooth and soft, like old velvet. Carter crept closer. Meredith didn’t look up, but she stopped scrolling. Later that evening, Richard returned home to the smell of apple slices baking in cinnamon and sugar. He paused in the foyer, confused.

“Okay, this, this was my favorite when I was ten. Anne of Green Gables.” Hayden took the book from me, flipping it over. “Sounds… green.” “Don’t mock Anne,” I warned, narrowing my eyes. “She’s a national treasure. She’s imaginative and stubborn and a total mess sometimes, but she always stays true to herself.” His mouth quirked. “Kinda reminds me of someone.” Heat crept up my neck. “Flattery will not make me forgive your literary ignorance.” “Worth a try,” he said lightly, setting the book back. “So what else did Little Coleen read when she wasn’t terrorizing classmates?”

Rhea blinked. “Yeah, and we only made it halfway through one book!” Anna exclaimed as they both stood up and dusted off their clothes. “Ancient books are hard to read,” Rhea said with a chuckle. “The paper’s so faded, and the language is ridiculously formal and cryptic.” “No kidding. I had to squint the whole time,” Anna replied. “My eyes feel like they’ve been doing pushups.” They both laughed. “Let’s go get smoothies. I need something cold and fruity to recharge my brain,” Anna said, dramatically placing a hand on her forehead.