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Please tell Alice that I will be missing the training today because there is something important that I need to attend to. ‘You sure you’re okay?’ She asked again; this time her voice was filled with concern. ‘Yes,’ I replied, and this time she accepted it. I stood from the reclining chair and looked around the shelves. Most of the shelves were filled with different books, mostly fiction, but some rare academic books were no longer in print. I continued to look for the other journals, but couldn’t find any. I was about to give up and try again another day, when I saw a book that seemed misplaced because it was placed upside down, and one of the words on the title was misspelled.

However tonight, it felt like entering a crypt full of answers waiting to be disturbed. Althea moved directly toward the historical archive section, replaying the nurse’s explanation precisely. Early trade convergence. Underground structures. Keeper orders. Her fingers moved rapidly across old spines, her eyes scanning the titles. “There!” She muttered as she found a section of ancient military and historical texts. Most of the books are untouched and covered in dust. Forgotten. She started pulling books down immediately. One after another, scanning the titles and summary on the inside cover. Nothing. She thought desperately as she pulled another down. Was that the only book?

Some old collections rich people used to show off to their fellow rich people There was a large desk in the corner with an antique-looking lamp on top, the bulb seemed to be lit but not on, there were strange-looking books, some with leather covers, others paper, some old, some brand new with pages that fell open and wrinkled under my fingers. There were even some books with gold writing on the cover but none of them looked like they were readable, I picked up the nearest one, it was titled in Latin. Opening the book carefully, the first page was blank except for two black lines that started from the middle of it, it looked like someone had drawn something underneath them. They weren't word

Velmont, on the other hand, continued arranging the books back. She opens it and notices there are a few pages that are missing. She checked the table of contents. The missing pages are about a ritual offering to the goddess of youth. She immediately showed it to Velmont, who took a picture of the book and sent it to one of his tech searchers. With the caption, "Find me a copy of this book." The duo stared at each other. "Another clue," Velmont muttered. Gertrude smiled and nodded. * * * MEANWHILE...

, while observing her surroundings in a search for the mystery sender. "Hmm," Zezi sighed, flipping through a book before putting it back on the shelf and picking another. She looked around at the silent space. The chairs were empty and the tables were just as empty, she was sure those back seats even have cobwebs all over them. Why were they neglecting their library so much? Was Lady Delice the only vampire that read books in this Castle? As much as Zezi wasn't a writer, she was a reader and this display of carelessness certainly wasn't how a place of books should be treated.

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But as soon as she got into the living room, the two books were on the table. "Why are these books here?" she asked herself. The last time she saw these, they were in her room, on the bookshelf. She looked around; the place was too quiet. "They must have realized that I left," she whispered. Verena grabbed the ancient books and hugged them tightly. "I have to see what's going on, I need to," she said to herself. It was three in the afternoon, and there's no way that she'd be seeing the moon at this time. She needed a moment before she took a look at the witch's book.

“Dougal’s Herbs and Wildlife?” “Check.” “Volume 2?” “Check check.” “Misegevit’s Natural Remedies?” I scanned the shelf. “Um…. yes, it’s here. Just out of place, hang on.” “It should be before the Anatomy section.” “Yup, it’s here. Ok next?” “Nyllan’s Theoretical Text, Volume 1?” “Yes.” “Volume 2?” “Yes.” “Volume 3?” “Yes–” “Volume 4?” “Yes– wait.” My brain on auto-pilot had already missed it. I silently brushed the breadcrumbs from my hands and dusted off the bindings of the dark green books in front of me. “Volume three is missing,” I said. “Volume four is here.”

For answers that the Heartstone, the rift, and even Morwen’s confession hadn’t given me. So I returned to the library fully now. Not the main hall,but the far win,the abandoned shelves. The place where forgotten books gathered dust like old regrets. No one went there. Not even the librarians. It was said that the books there had nothing useful,only outdated theories, broken incantations, and failed experiments. But sometimes, the most dangerous truths hide in plain sight… or in plain neglect. That afternoon, I went to the library alone. I wasn't looking for any book in particular. I ran my fingers along the spines, listening to the silence and allowing it to guide me.

I was almost ready to accept that I might fail. Just as I was about to turn away, something caught my attention. At the far end of the shelves, deep in the corner, I noticed a book that did not belong with the others. It was pushed aside and partly covered by dusty and forgotten books that no one seemed to touch anymore. This book looked much older than the rest. Its cover was very weak, and the leather was dry and broken. The color had faded over time. As I looked at it, I felt a strong feeling inside me. Something deep within told me that this book could hold the answers I had been searching for all along.