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May as well have to library acquaintances before Alan comes to scare them all away. Returning my gaze to the task at hand, I resume my reading of the book's title and continue walking. “A book on how to wake a wolf from coma.” Curiosity swirls in his eyes as well as surprise, but he doesn't ask what it is for. Either he knows or doesn't care. Either way, I appreciate it at the moment. “And you think you can get that here?” There's no doubt of apprehension in his tone. He's just asking a question.

I read aloud. Beginning of what? “Stop confusing me. What are you trying to tell me?” I asked exasperatedly. And maybe I was imagining it, but I thought I heard the book scoff. It was acting sentient, like it had a mind of its own. I took a deep breath, before trying again. “Okay, start from telling me where I am.” I demanded calmly. The book jolted, before flipping its pages. After what seemed like a long while, it finally stopped at a page.

I didn’t bother to switch the lights on. I stretched my hand under the bed, where I put my book. I smiled as I feel the hard binder of the book. I grabbed the book and saw the title. How to summon the gods. “What is that?” Asher asked standing on the gate of the room. He eyed the book suspiciously. His eyes set on the book only. “This will lead us to the person who is responsible for all of this.” I said and put the book in the bag. “There is one more place we have to go.” I said walking past Asher. He followed me.

before entering another room filled with machines. “What is this?” Eva asked giving the book to Everest. “This was brought to the library just recently, it’s called ‘The birth of disaster’.”

I'd die of embarrassment before either of them could kill me themselves. "I can't." I told him honestly, looking as downcast as I felt. He sighed, reaching into his desk drawer. He rummaged through it, trying to find something in particular. He pulled out a little book that said How To Ask For Help 101. He held it out for me to take. "This is for you." "Seriously?" I made a face at the title. "Give it a chance, there might be something inside that could help you." He pushed the book into my hand, making me frown.

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The page blurred for a moment, but when I blinked and rubbed my eyes, my sight cleared, and something unusual caught my eye. “Wait,” I whispered. Kylan looked up instantly. “What?” I leaned closer to the page, tracing my fingers over the sketch in the middle. The book was clearly old, both hand-drawn and handwritten in a script that was hard to make out, but I knew it was the right page. ‘The Box of Ashes.’ “Look,” I pointed out. “Aren’t these the symbols from the box?”

The room was empty, save for a pedestal at its center, upon which rested a small, leather-bound book. Elliot approached cautiously, his flashlight fixed on the pedestal. The book was worn, its cover cracked and stained, but the Ashworth crest was unmistakable on its surface. “This must be it,” he said, reaching for the book. Emma grabbed his arm. “Wait. What if it’s another trap?” Elliot hesitated, the air in the chamber pressing down on him like a warning. But something about the book pulled at him, a deep, unshakable instinct that told him he needed to see what was inside.

"No, maybe dad yes." "We won't ask dad because he won't tell us anything, besides he won't even let us get into the investigation we have to do everything on our own. Wait for me here and I'll go ask one of the guys if they know where she lives," he told me to which I nodded. When Lucas left, I kept looking at some books in the mythology section. A small one, made of leather, which had strange drawings engraved on it, caught my attention. I took it and read the title, it said: What is hidden in Telluride. How strange, I thought. I opened the book and began to read the first page:

The room was covered in the dust of the figure’s remnants, leaving tracks. “It’s on the bookshelf. His dealings with the Vasilegda.” Aisha blinked at him, but didn’t argue. She simply headed to the bookshelf, threading her fingers over every cover, waiting for Ivan to say the word. “That one.” Aisha landed on a thick, navy blue book with gold markings. She leafed through it. “It’s just a folklore book.” “It’s not.” Ivan took the book from her hands, setting it on the desk. He closed his eyes once more and sent his will into the book with his manna. The book glowed red before the ink on the pages were wiped clean, replaced with handwritten notes and letters.