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Just rows of books and silence. I exhaled quietly and shut the door behind me. Maybe I imagined it. I walked further in, reaching for a book before settling down to read. But then— "Mmm, no... yes" I paused. "Ahh, yes.. Greg, please...mmm" The sound came again. Clearer this time. "Fuck...Anne... you are so good" Good? I tried processing those rough words over. "You want me don't you? huh?" "Yes, no it's wrong...fuck, yes please"

I raised my hand to silence him because I was done. "I want to break connections with all of you. Honesty these last 5 days proved that I don't belong in your world nor do I want to be in it. Now if we could hurry this up so I can get back to my mundane life." I gestured to the book that I planned on never reading again. Alax chuckled as I opened up the book. It would be pretty easy finding what I needed since bonds had a whole area. The pages to the book made a flapping sound as I quickly looked for the page that I needed. Alaxs finger tapping against the table was distracting.

A giggle echoes, but only left it all into that wherein it only replies. “Very well.” With a snap and the response of the book that made it all clear to her and three times than before, the voice is with someone higher than what she could think and holds it all be. The book opens, breaking free of her grasp, as it flips its pages and stops unto the certain page with the still blank image of the said holder with the profile that says even more and deep than the rest. “I see.”

I thought maybe I might find something related to Orphe. I stare at the page for a few seconds longer before closing the book. The sound echoes slightly in the quiet room. I sit there for a moment. Then I stand. Slide the book back into place. My fingers linger on the spine for a second. Then I let go. I look around one last time. Still nothing. Just shelves. Just silence. I turn and walk toward the door. The moment I step out, the noise returns. Soft voices. Footsteps. Movement. It feels… normal again.

yes, I talk to myself on occasion. I turn the book in hand to find a small metal spike lashed to the back cover with fraying laces of claret suede. It must be silver, that would explain the slight burning sensation fading from my finger tips. Dark lines in the tarnished metal, look like they could have been engraved words at some point in the past. ‘I wonder what delights the other two hold?’ Caleb muses sarcastically. I eye the two remaining books, one remarkably slender, the other easily twice the breadth of either of its predecessors.

he said tiredly, “if you would please go and get the third edition of Bozkurt’s Second Introduction to Basic Social Forces Governing Modern Packs from the shelf.” I blinked. Well, that was one of the un-sexiest things I’d ever heard someone say. “Uh. Bozkurt. Right.” Standing, my vision went blurry for a moment, like it sometimes did back at the orphanage when there hadn’t been anything to eat that day. I shook off the grey spots and walked a little shakily to the built-in shelves. Bozkurt, Bozkurt… Vincent alphabetised his own library, because of course he did. I finally spotted the world’s least exciting textbook and shimmied it out from the shelf.

What price would the Book of Whispers extract from us? With measured steps, we approached the pedestal, our gazes locked on the ancient tome. As I reached out to touch its weathered pages, a surge of energy coursed through my fingertips, sending a jolt of anticipation through my veins. "The Book of Whispers holds the answers you seek," a disembodied voice echoed through the grove, its tone both soothing and enigmatic. "But to unlock its secrets, you must be willing to sacrifice a part of yourselves."

I go the opposite way, painstakingly reading each and every title. “Callie!” Alice exclaims excitedly. “I think I found something.” I hurry over, seeing her pull a smaller black book off the shelf. There’s no title on this book, only a gold Baphomet overlaid on the leather. “The Book of the Beast,” I whisper, eyes lighting up. “I think you did find something.” She cracks the spine and I lean over, heart racing. And then the library doors open and close with a boom, echoing throughout the entire room. Alice and I both jump, and she quickly shoves the book into her cloak.

I took a step out of my doorway to look down the hallway and my foot collided with something hard that was on the floor. "Oww Oww Oww," I yelped in pain. My poor baby toe I want to howl but I know better so I bite down on my lip as I let out a soft cry and begin to hop on one foot. I look down to see what assaulted my toe and to my surprise, it's a huge book. The book has a black leather cover and on the center of the cover, there is a glass bulging bubble that's filled with some kind of red liquid.

Hearing the voice, Samuel immediately looked around anxiously. "There's no need to look around. This heaven is me, the ground is me, the air is me, the trees are me, and everything is me. I am everything here." The voice was bright and clear. "Then who the hell are you?" Samuel said frowningly. "Me? My name is Heavenly Book, the Eight Desolations Heavenly Book." Samuel was puzzled, but Velocisaurus was suddenly shocked. "What? You are the Eight Desolations Heavenly Book?"