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The rink along her finger taps about on the wooden, outer exterior. The larger man finds himself in the public library. The establishment is made with countless bookshelves that are on their last leg. It seems that they only stand up out of the will of defiance rather than curiosity about the creature’s knowledge. Among all the peasants that are reading, some are ripping pages out of the book and eating the paper, though these people are poor and few and far between, Garth is still able to beam his eyes around the community and spot them, though he doesn’t say anything. Instead, his right-hand reaches to the top of one of the bookshelves. The top shelves are home to books that have not been

He mused. Maybe I can… If he's terrible. "I had to rub in his being ignored by the girl he likes so we can go back to studying," Jerell told him and started telling him all about Darken Faction. "I've read your novel, Dylan. I know you've heard of them." He nodded and listened quietly while Jerell imparted the history of the most ferocious, most feared, and most bloodthirsty faction of all—the Darken.