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my wolf grimaces uncomfortably. “You’re not wrong on that one,” I shudder, quickly flipping the page over. The further I delve into the book, the further deteriorations I can see to its neglected condition. I can’t help but notice the thread holding the book together has begun to fray, struggling to contain the historical accounts listed inside. Its layout subtly begins to shift the more I push on, gradually altering with each entry included allowing me to differentiate between the multiple rulers listed inside.

, at the request of the old general manager of the family business and always accompanied. The novels, which she had in a certain quantity in her room, were occasionally picked up by one of the employees who advised her during the day. According to the authors and genres she liked. Now, alone, Rúbia went through all the sectors, meticulously organized in alphabetical order. For those that used to be of interest to her without even looking at the sessions and, towards the end of the collection, reaching the books that deal with the pastime prescribed by Magalhaes. “If you feel a certain amount of anxiety, similar to mental hunger, try to focus on this game and everything related to it. This i

I walked over to the children's books area, I was thankful no one was around as I sat down in a beanbag after grabbing a few books to read. "Ella, stop slouching around and get to work" my manager yells at me, there was no one in the shop while I was sitting around here. I looked up to see a woman standing next to the register, I huffed angrily and put the book away before walking over to the nice looking lady. "Hi ma'am, how may I help you?" I ask the woman, she was only about five feet tall, with brown long hair and brown eyes. "Hello, I'm here for the new werewolf story" she says looking at me, I tried my best to hide under my own overgrown bangs.

Lucas asks. I start walking, jogging my memory, “There is an entire section on wolfsbane. I never read that much into it but we can start there.” There are quite a lot of books that we have to go through what as hours pass, we find nothing of importance. “This is useless,” Lucas growls, throwing a books aside. “Don’t throw them.” He just scowls and picks it up. I turn my attention back to the book in my hands and a line catches my attention.

“Sasha Burnette, Game 51.” It made me feel a bit cruel, but I was horribly intrigued by the books. I could’ve sat and read them all day, living through the eyes of previous contestants. It was morose and sad that they had been lost to the games, but I actually enjoyed learning about them and their lives. As much as I wanted to sit and read Sasha’s entire book, I was pretty sure the restricted section didn’t have a check out system. Either way, the carving on the bookcase had pinpointed a specific page for a reason.

It was like searching for a needle in a haystack, and with every passing minute, the urgency only grew. But then, as I was about to give up for the night, something caught my eye—a small, weathered book tucked away on the bottom shelf. Its cover was faded, the title barely legible, but there was something about it that drew me in. I carefully pulled it from the shelf, the pages brittle and yellowed with age. The title read, *The Lost Chronicles: A History of the Ancient Magics*. My heart raced as I opened the book, scanning the pages for anything that might be relevant. It wasn’t long before I found a section that made my breath catch in my throat.

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I need to take time. I remember the small room I entered last time. I slowly opened the door and turned on the lampshade. The books on the table were still scattered. I tried to look and read each one of them. These are all interesting books. Into the Wild by Jon Krakauer, The Prince by Niccolo Machiavelli, The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald, and a lot more. I tried to find something that might help me, but I found nothing.

"Oh, not everyone. I handed over the last book to you, remember?" I nodded in agreement. Truth be told, the last book he mentioned was still with me, long hidden underneath my bed in our new apartment. And until now, the three missing pages of the book haven't been resolved yet. I even accused a few people who took them. Even Hunter Grey himself believed something was in the missing page that can help us. "And I once told you that everything in the book was absorbed into my brain," I added. Everyone nodded their head. "It so happened that it was not just what was written in the book that got absorbed but the magic as well."

I said, and Rick nodded as he walked to the center of the room and dropped into a chair. My fingers glide along the books as I read their titles. I pull one out, glance at the first few pages, and then slip it back into its place before continuing. “Hmmm,” I hummed as I squatted to see the books at the bottom. My fingers glide along the books, and my heart stops when I read one of the titles, “How to Reject a Mate and the Consequences that Follow.” Slowly, I pulled the book from its slot and flipped through a few pages.