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“If we’re caught—” “We won’t be,” Rowan said quickly. “Just… keep watch.” At the bottom of the steps stood a pair of heavy iron doors. Strange runes burned faintly across their surface, glowing with old fire. Rowan pressed her hand against the metal. The bloodmark on her arm throbbed in answer. The doors swung open with a low groan. Inside stretched a vast library, older than anything Rowan had seen. Shelves carved from black stone lined the chamber, filled with scrolls sealed in ash-crusted cases. The air was heavy with the scent of smoke, as though the room itself had been burned and remade.

I said. He nodded and left my office, I glanced at the contract that Charlotte gave me then began to have doubts about signing it. I decided to go and check the books we had at the storeroom just to keep my mind busy. I went through the boxes that were there then I accidentally knocked a pile of books down, under that pile of books there was a button. I pressed the button and a secret door opened, behind it there was a passage which seemed like no one used it. I wanted to see where this passage went so, I slowly crawled through it which was a very long passage. There were voices up front so I became as silent as possible as I approached the voices.

Just a faint groove where a keyhole might’ve been, now filled with wax. Sloane stepped forward. She knew this door. She’d drawn it three times. The same warped iron. The same low arch. She reached into her coat and pulled out the sketchbook. The page was already open, the one she hadn’t drawn yet. The iron door. And beyond it was a room. A child’s bed. A shape beneath the covers. A girl. Theo stood behind her. “Is that…” Sloane nodded. “Lenore.” A chill ran up her spine. Not fear. Something older.

Leo opened the doors but I couldn't believe what I seen inside From floor to ceiling along the walls there was thousands and thousands of books lined up on huge wooden book cases with shelves packed full of different size and thickness of books. Some of these massive book cases were vertical in the center of the room which also had beautiful colored books lining there shelves. Glass windows were at the very top of the roof line letting in a perfect amount of natural light. The smells that filled my nose were heaven all these paper pages filled the room with the faint smell of ink lingering.

"So I'm going to go back to my quarter now. I'm starving!" Noorh pulled the pile of books closer to him. He compared its titles to the list of book titles on the sheet of paper he held before nodding. "This is it, alright," he muttered before turning back to Kiran. "You need to use that door out," he said, pointing to a wooden door across the room. "That one doesn't lead to the catacombs." Kiran looked at the door and nodded. "Okay, thank you!" she said before smiling at Noorh. "I'll see you later then."

The others had followed her lead and were all headed to their own doors. “I guess the saying, ‘You can’t judge a book by its cover’ works on doors too,” Beecher teased, poised and ready to open his own door. It was not painted and in fact looked to be made of distressed wood. “If there was any justice you would find a doggie bed inside your door.” Aquina blushed, knowing she had been caught trying to find the fanciest room.

"I don't think it's too big." "You don't?" "No." "So why won't it fit?" George pointed toward one corner. "You're trying to take it straight through." Lee blinked. "Oh..." "Turn it sideways." Lee laughed quietly. "That makes a lot more sense." Together, they lifted the bookshelf. George guided one end while Lee carefully turned the other. Within seconds... The shelf slid neatly through the doorway. Lee stared at it for a moment. "...I spent fifteen minutes fighting that thing." George chuckled. "Happens to everyone."

Dust motes, disturbed by our violent entry, danced in the few slivers of gray light that cut through the grimy, high-set windows, illuminating a vast, shadowy expanse of towering bookshelves that receded into an abyssal darkness. The door, splintered around the lock, wouldn’t latch. Jake immediately threw his weight against it, his boots skidding on the polished marble floor. “It won’t hold! I need to brace it!” he grunted, the strain evident in his voice as the door shuddered under an impact from the other side. A pale, grasping hand shot through the gap, fingers clawing at the air.

I have been reading this old dusty book for about an hour now, I groaned and gave up on the book, I got up and went to go put the book back, but when I was about to put the book in the slot I saw a little door. There was a button on it so I pressed it, it made a little squeak which got everyones attention, they stared at what I was doing, I opened it fully, inisde there was a giant leather book. I pulled it our and read the cover 'Incwadi nezilo'

I tilted my head, giving a small nod. Kyle reached out and pressed the spine of a blue book. It shifted. Slide inward. A soft, mechanical click followed, and the entire bookshelf trembled before slowly pulling away—revealing a hidden door concealed behind it. My breath caught. Kyle stepped closer, gripping the golden doorknob. He twisted it twice in opposite directions. Click. The sound echoed softly in the stillness. Then, with a long, creaking sigh— the door opened. My jaw fell open the moment I stepped inside.