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I stopped at the library door and smiled to myself. ‘Books are better than people. Books don’t hate on you for something you didn’t do.’ I pushed the door open and breathed in the wonderful smell of books. ‘Paradise.’ I strolled to the shelves and scanned through the books, reading their names off their spines. ‘It seems Dante wasn’t joking when he said half of his library was filled horrors.’ A book caught my eye, and I pulled it from the others. “Bone and Souls by B. Brian.” I read the name aloud and skimmed through the description behind it. “This seems interesting.”

As if a heavy veil had been placed between us. When we arrived, the door was locked. Or rather… almost. With a shove, it creaked open, slow and unsettling. The place was empty, but something lingered in the air, the smell of ashes. We searched each room in silence until we reached the study. That’s where we found the book. Another copy. Almost identical to the one Vardam had given Aiyana. “This is…” I murmured, crouching to pick it up. The pages were worn, many hastily folded. Some passages were scribbled over in pen, thick circles around sections that spoke of Helion… and a certain gate that imprisoned Synx.

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When my shift ended, I found myself walking toward the corner table where Kael sat, his laptop closed now, a book in his hands. I stopped short when I saw the cover. ‘Knot We Cannot Untie.’ That was the book he was holding. I can't believe that Kael would be reading one of Linda Lively’s books. “You read… this?” I said, the surprise evidently in my voice. Kael looked up, one brow raised. “Why? You think I only read racing magazines and bank statements?” I gave a small laugh. “Chill bro. It’s just… not what I was expecting ”

The library was quiet, the afternoon sunlight filtering through the stained-glass windows. Anna sat alone at the far corner, the mysterious book, The Reflection Game, spread open before her. Her finger traced the intricate designs on the yellowed pages, her heart pounding with both excitement and unease. The cryptic instructions whispered to her, their meaning elusive but tantalizingly close. She didn’t understand why she felt so drawn to the book, but she couldn’t let it go. It was as if the book had chosen her, as if it were calling her to uncover its secrets.

"And you think that will do it for you?" Biting my lip, I take another glance at what I was holding. Maybe not. It seems based off some kind of murder crime story, and I can't say I'm too keen to be kept up at night with horrific images mingling in my head. My thoughts were cut off by Malik taking yet another step closer. I almost flinched away, when he reached for the book before I realised that really it's his. "I think I can find you something better," Malik murmurs, inspecting the book curiously. He turns it over to view the synopsis, before shaking his head slightly. If he doesn't like it so much, why is it-

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All this are making me feel somehow insecure of some sorts. A lady walked inside the room after some time, she was wearing some sorts of book in her hand. I was just wondering what she wanted and why she was here. Was she some spirit? Who knows maybe that is the spirit busy controlling alpha Dante to do something hurtful to me and make me cry till I have no tears in my eyes again. "What do you want?" She stared at my eyes, letting her wyes go back to the calendar.

Everything about this place, from the tree standing before her to the tangible serene sensation in the air, was a perfect match of the description in the book. Desperate to delve even further, Lyda set the lantern down on the rocky ground and removed the pack from her back. She leaned against the tree, took out the leather-bound book, and immediately began flipping through it. She took this time to skim through all the pages between the first passage regarding the rhododendron bushes and the bone-chilling page 47, hoping to find something more about this place which the writer spoke of so malevolently.

I could only hope that she would have settled in again by tonight, because otherwise I would be allowed to sleep on the couch one night again - and it was really uncomfortable. Sighing, I leaned back and opened the completely tattered book again, which I actually already knew by heart. But I wanted to repeat as much as possible today so that I could get off to a good start tomorrow. I ran my finger over the familiar table of contents. Foreword, evolution, instinct, social life, physiology, reproduction, ancestry, stem groups and subspecies. How many times had I made this movement with my finger? I couldn't count it anymore, but it was like a little ritual I had to go through before I could s