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“I will be outside of the door the entire meeting. So if you need a minute or a break, just ask for one, and Alpha Jameson will allow you to come out for a breather. He is a good man, Wren. You can trust him.” “Well, he raised Nickolai so. If they are anything alike, he is probably amazing.” I say with a sniffle before tugging at my shirt. “The two are very much similar.” We walk the remaining twenty feet to the large oak doors in silence. Tank reaches out, opening the door for me, and with a reassuring smile, he gestures at me to come in. I’m awash with the fresh scent of spices and citrus. It’s an unusual scent and I find myself strangely comforted by it as I look around the ornate room. T

This was no ordinary portal; it was a gateway fortified by the latest security measures. At first glance, it appeared seamless—a sleek surface devoid of handles or keyholes. Yet, at Landon's approach, the door seemed to awaken. A soft beep resonated a signal that triggered a response from the electronic guardian. The surface rippled with a faint blue light, revealing the hidden intricacies beneath.

If she had left something here, I needed to find it before Vance did. I was running my hand along a tall bookshelf in what looked like an old study when one of the books felt loose. I pulled it out and heard a soft click. The whole shelf shifted a few inches to the side, revealing a narrow doorway behind it. “Damon,” I called quietly. “Come look at this.”

Their footsteps were heavy and even and they walked slightly ahead of me, close enough that it was clear I was being escorted, far enough that it didn't look like dragging. When we reached the tall wooden door at the end of the hall, one of them knocked twice, sharp and quick, then opened it and stepped aside. I stepped through alone. The door closed behind me. The room stopped me for half a second before I remembered to keep moving. It was large in a way that was almost aggressive about it. Dark charcoal walls, almost black, and on the left side bookshelves running floor to ceiling with actual books, hundreds of them, the kind with cracked spines and worn edges that had clearly been read an

I followed Claire down the central corridor, past a glass-walled conference room where three people sat around a table covered in documents, past a row of closed doors with no nameplates, past a wall of windows that looked out over the city at an angle that made everything below look small and very far away. I had read about this building. I had studied this man's professional history across fourteen pages of notes written at two in the morning. But walking through the space where he actually operated was different. Everything up here had been chosen. Every surface, every place, every degree of silence. At the end of the corridor Claire stopped in front of a door that looked identical to eve

I stood in awe, admiring it as I ran my fingers along the smooth edges of the design. After taking in the beauty, I realized the door was cracked open, so I walked in. The layout of this home was intricate and breathtakingly gorgeous. The interior revealed a grand, high-ceilinged space filled with silver-spined books that seemed to stretch up to the heavens. Towering shelves, crafted from a rich, dark wood, supported the tomes, their silver lettering glinting in the soft, ambient light.

I went in search of another but I ended up having a stack full of books with enticing book covers and submarization that kept me curious and glued to the papers. I walked deeper and deeper till the other end of the library, I gazed up at a wierd looking book on a shelf in the midst of other books, it had a wine book cover but didn't actually seem removable. I grabbed onto the book but it didn't budge, and when I tried harder my fingers ended up sinking into it and I retreated my hand. Just then I realized something, I watched in bewilderment as the shelf suddenly parted, revealing a metal black door. My heart pounded in my chest like a relentless drum as my fingers traced the icy touch of th

If this was a trap, better one of us fall than both. He'd argued. Of course he'd argued. But in the end, he understood. Some doors only open for one person. The bookstore was called "Between the Pages." A narrow storefront on a quiet street, windows fogged with salt air, a hand-painted sign creaking in the wind. I stood across the street for ten minutes, watching. Trying to see if this was real or another layer of the game. Then I crossed and pushed open the door. --- The bell above the door chimed softly.