Elaine of Artharia
The woman stood behind the podium; her old, but unworked hands, smoothing out the precious pages.
“Welcome to my library,” The woman said, her eyes flashing to them. “Can I help you find something?”
The librarian had a reputation about her, stories whispered on sleepless nights. Her name was Claudia, and she had been in the library for as long as anyone could remember. Claudia’s book held more than the location of library books; it was said to hold every answer imaginable. The volume was magic; so much so that it was a part of the woman’s soul, and only she could read its pages. To every other eye, it was completely and utterly blank.
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