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It was disgusting. But now, I had no choices left. I turned away expressionlessly, unwilling to look at him any longer. His regret, his confessions, his imagined future with me—none of it mattered. All I felt toward him now was quiet exhaustion.

I muttered before getting out of my drenched clothes and putting on some loose fitting pants and a green T-shirt. I headed out to the library, to search for the book that Margot Had been talking about. “the book will find you” she said, “you don’t have much time heir of Quillon” she said, she was starting to annoy me and get on my nerves a lot, who the fuck was Quillon anyway?, I had walked all the way to the back of the library at this point and I whipped my head around when I heard a thud about two shelves back, I traced the sound and saw a large tome on the floor, picking it up I saw that it had no title whatsoever, “what are the odds?” I murmured and slid to the floor as I opened the boo

The air smelled faintly of beeswax polish and old ink, and the only real movement in the space—besides the occasional turn of a page—was the gentle swirl of dust that danced in the light. I was supposed to be studying. The book in front of me—Runic Inflection and Spell Preservation: An Annotated History—was cracked open, the spine bowed like it had been read and re-read for decades, and still, none of it made sense. My quill lay forgotten beside it, the ink on its tip long dry, and my mind… well, my mind had wandered. But not nearly as far as Ingrid’s.

“Since you’re back, are you going to pick the next book?” I blinked. “Me?” “Of course,” she said, smiling. “You’ve been gone. You deserve the honor.” Everyone nodded expectantly. I looked down at the stack of books on the table, my fingers brushing across their covers. My hand paused on a novel about love, identity and societal expectations. This book will give them a glimpse of what I passed through during my absence. I smiled softly. “How about this one?” Brent groaned. “Oh no, not another depressing tragedy. Can’t we read something with a hopeful romance?”

Charlatans! The back room was large. He searched, until he found the book, he searched for. The book was massive, covered in a thick layer of dust. The cover was locked with a handle that was shaped like a figure with elongated arms, he forced the lock. Nothing happened, he wasn't losing hope. With one movement of his hand, he removed the layer of dust.

"Um… why did you stop? Ancient Book?" "Because I have limited knowledge about deeply personal events," the book replied. Micha leaned forward. "Then tell us what you do know." "Very well." Golden letters spiraled upward. --- Truth Beyond the Diary "You have not heard Roosevelt's side of the story," the book wrote. "And you will not hear it today." "Why?!" Micha groaned dramatically. "It is not yet time," the book responded. Levi rolled his eyes. "It's never time. This suspense is torture."

He stood there for over ten seconds before pushing the door that had been closed for three years open. With a creak, the humid and stale air rushed out, carrying the smell of mold. The interior was just as it had been when I died—neat and tidy, except for some mess on the tables. That mess was from the days after my death, and they were caused by Toby's mischief. In the living room and near the wall, there were two chalk outlines—one large, one small. The large one was me. The small one was Toby. I had collapsed on my way back to the bedroom from the bathroom. Toby had died quietly in my arms.

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I had been at it for hours, my neck aching from hunching over the book. So far, I had found nothing of note. I was just about to close the book and call it a night when I flipped to the next chapter and read the title. “A Case Study in Neurodegeneration.”

I asked him and the disbelief was clear in my voice. “It took us two years to get the books in this library, some we got at auctions or from private collectors who didn't even know what they had, but some of them were much harder. We had to dig for some, especially those thought to have been lost in time. That's where we found the ddark hold; duringone of those digs, it was disguised to look like any normal book ,but I could feel the magic emanating from it ,aandwhen I opened it, it just changed and revealed itself. Everyone else that was part of the dig thought it was just a normal book,; Ihave no idea why it revealed itself when I touched it ,but,I immediately hid it and brought it back he