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Kai cleaned the stool with his palm and made Anna sit on it. "You need to rest your legs." Anna nodded and Kai stood upright. He walked to the old shelf and took out the book. He dusted the front and read the title out loud, "The tormented." "Huh?" "That's the title of the book." Kai put the book back and went to the bed. The bedsheet was very dirty. This still doesn't feel real to Kai. Does anyone else know that this place exists in the palace? No, he doubts it. He looked up and he saw an old clock. It was still ticking and he could tell it was telling the correct time.

The cover was cracked black leather, the crescent moon emblem etched deep like it had been carved with frozen blood. “Volume Seven,” he said, locking eyes with me. “It’s only opened when the signs of the curse begin to stir.” He placed the book in front of me, then exhaled. “This is the legacy we’ve kept hidden. Not to shield you from the truth, but from a burden you might not have been ready to carry.” I stared at the faded emblem. My hand trembled as I reached for the cover. Before I could touch it, the air in the room shifted. No wind. No sound. But something changed—like the old walls of this house were bracing for something unseen to step through.

I stuck out my bottom lip slightly and gave him my sincerest look. He stared at me for a moment, and I thought for sure he was going to kick me out of the library. I knew he wouldn’t be persuaded by the puppy dog look, but to my surprise, he sighed and turned his laptop to face me. “It’s about the lost city of Endovier,” he explained. “It’s a prequel to my last release. If you’ve read my series, Enchanted Cove, then you’d know what Endovier is—”

And I knew London and Libbie were probably in on it, too. They were all on my list now. ________________________________________ The leather felt strange against my skin. It was cool and surprisingly smooth, despite how old the book looked. It wasn't just a book; it was a heavy, ancient tome that felt like it carried its own gravity. Silver clasps held the covers shut, the metal darkened by layers of tarnish that settled into the grooves of a strange, swirling crest. I didn't know what the symbol meant, but I couldn't stop looking at it.

The silence was punctuated only by our quiet murmurs, our shared yearning for a past we never knew, a future we desperately wished for. Later, amidst the twisted metal and rubble, James stumbled upon a tattered book, its cover mostly torn away, revealing only a few words—'The Chronicles of Atheria'. The title alone conjured images of a world far removed from our own, a place of magic and wonder, of brave knights and epic quests. The pages, brittle with age and decay, contained fragmented stories, glimpses of a civilization that had flourished before the catastrophe. It spoke of vibrant cities, of advanced technology, and of a society that lived in harmony with its environment.

They're old, no doubt but kept in sync and the condition of them was really good. As I was looking, one caught my eye—a thick volume bound in cracked leather. When I pulled it out, the cover bore the same mirrored-flame symbol, pressed in faint silver… My heart throbbed and Kira stirred. ‘Open it, Val.’ She whispered, eagerly waiting. Slowly, I glanced at Caroline who stood at a respectful distance, thankfully. I opened the book with tight breaths. Pages of the ancient script were indecipherable, but the illustrations sent a chill down my spine.

"The water didn't touch the pages." Devashish carefully opened the singed cover. The pages were made of thick parchment, covered in intricate blueprints of the city above, overlaid with red ink lines that formed a completely different map. It wasn't a map of roads or buildings; it was a schematic of energy currents, tracking the movement of time through specific geographic points along the Ridge.

His eyes darkened instantly as they raked over me—taking in the vibrating toy, the cum leaking out around it, the wrecked state of my hole. “Couldn’t even wait till tomorrow, huh?” His voice was low, dangerous, that accent that never fail to turn me on thick with lust. He stepped inside and locked the door properly behind him. “I came back for my wallet I left in the store and the spare key… but looks like I found something better.”

Yet, almost three textbooks have already been disposed of in the corner, insightful but useless to Z’s situation. One rainy night, she came across a tattered book in the pile of books she ought to read. It was the first book the librarian gave her but owing to its old look and almost ruined cover, she neglected it and decided to have a look at those with an eye-catching cover. Now that she looked at it again, she felt a certain spark of magic twinkling from it. She traced the pattern embossed on the cover, thinking that it would have been better to see it freshly printed. From the stains and dirt blurring the illustration of an eye pierced by an arrow, she’d seen the words, ‘Scars: Magic Unk