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The corridors were quiet save for the soft thudding of my footsteps echoing off the walls. I stopped when I reached the door to Dorm 314. No light shone under the door, and it was quiet inside. I pressed my ear to the door and listened closely for a few minutes, then turned and continued down the corridor. The next night, I deliberately delayed my rounds by an hour. I heard footsteps above me when I arrived at the third-floor landing. Turning off my torch, I ducked into the shadows. I spotted a familiar figure coming down the stairs. It was Reuben. He was straightening his shirt collar and wore a satisfied expression.

There were numbers posted on each door. The dim lights stuck to the ceiling made the place feel censored. It made me want to run away and forget about the bachelorette party. I can't do this to Hubert. I'm too proper to settle for a one-night stand before my marriage. I was about to step closer to the elevator when suddenly there was a blackout. I froze in place.

When Darius calls and asks if I want to get out for a bit, I say yes before he even finishes the question. "Luna and Cathy are having a shopping spree," he says. "Thought you might want a breather." "Please. Anywhere that's not here." He picks me up twenty minutes later and drives us to a bookstore in Brooklyn I've never been to. Small, independent, the kind of place that smells like old paper and coffee. "Come on." He takes my hand and leads me inside. We wander through the shelves aimlessly, no destination in mind. He pulls books at random and reads me the back covers in dramatic voices that make me laugh. I find a cookbook with ridiculous recipes and show him one for "deconstructed cereal

He bent down and twisted the heavily sealed door, pulled it open and turned to look at me. "You first madmuzel." I looked down the depth and let out a sigh seeing it was not too deep, held on to the iron for support and climbed down the ladder till i got to the ground and George was not far gone after me. I took my time to look around, observing my surroundings. The entire place was made of steal, there were rolls of wooden shelves arranged at every corner and stocked with books, different kind of books. Unlike the little cabin up front, this place smelled like dust, dusty old books. I picked up one of them from a shelve that read 'beyond the supernatural'. It was a smooth copy, one that i c

I could not read the name of the book until he handed it to me, surprisingly. "To make you sleepy," he said. I took the book from his hand and gave him a puzzled look. "From my favorite author." I looked down, and my eyes flew wide as I read the letter in the book. A romance novel by Jakara Blue. "Kim, is she a writer?" I asked, repeating each word twice before I got it perfect. I couldn't understand why I overreacted. My crazy heartbeats also added up, messing my emotion completely.

The mare had no training for what he was about to ask of her and he prayed for help from above while he fought back panic and he buried his face in her strong neck. The mare impatiently worked the ground and tossed her head, as if to say, ‘get on with it’. Dennis took a deep breath and slowly felt his way down into the depths of the well. The jagged edges made an easy grip for him as he inched his way deeper into the bowels of black. It was dark, foul smelling, and full of decay. A soft warm breeze floated past him, carrying with it the sweet scent of honeysuckle. The refreshing difference provided a boost of energy and optimism as he preceded downward, calling for Tara as he did.

His breath reeked of garlic and cheap whiskey. Damien didn’t flinch. *"Just drive."* The SUV turned down a narrow alley, the headlights illuminating a rusted metal door marked with a single symbol—a rat, its tail coiled into a crown. Ferraro’s mark. The door groaned open, revealing a yawning darkness beyond. ### **The Dungeon** The air inside was thick with the stench of mildew, blood, and something far worse—the cloying sweetness of decay. The walls wept condensation, the concrete floor slick with things Damien didn’t want to identify.

Suddenly, I noticed something, a door slightly opened. My steps faltered. Was that supposed to be open? “Hello?” I called softly. No answer. Yet, the warm glow and silence stirred my curiosity, and I nudged forward. I pushed the door open slowly. A library. The only room in the mansion that felt remotely alive. Books lined the shelves, though they looked untouched and more decorative. The faux flames in the electric fireplace flickered with artificial warmth. I ran my fingers along the spines of the books. No dust. Everything is too perfect. What kind of man lives like this?

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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