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There's a bottle of whiskey at the table beside him. His breathing was heavy as he holds onto the box like it was the only reason he was still breathing. His jaw was clenched as he rests his head at the headrest of the love seat. He thought of the reason why he is the way he is—the man who broke him completely. The man who killed the most important people in his life. All these years, he did everything to match him in power, wealth, and connection. He's almost there. He could practically taste it. He will make Franklin Maxford feel tenfolds of the pain he felt.

The book has a black leather cover and on the center of the cover, there is a glass bulging bubble that's filled with some kind of red liquid. Please don't be blood. I bend to pick up the book and stumble back a bit. It's heavy and I lug it into the room kicking the door shut with the back of my heel before moving to sit down on my bed. "Who left you at my door." I openly think as I read over the cover. Elgadah Furrucci presents. Advanced Spells and Enchantments. English translation. The words are printed in italics across the cover. I run my hand over the cover and I can feel the light layer of dust on it. My hand stops at the glass bubble and I avoid touching that part.

Artemisia had briefly forgotten that that day wasn't normal, she's starting to realize, and think, that maybe she's not the one who's going crazy. The girl approached the shelves and Helga's voice danced again in her mind. "The navy blue cover book will tell you a story, I can't tell you which one, only the book is entitled to that." Artemisia didn't understand, but soon found the book near the second door. It was a heavy book, but not as thick as expected. It had a glow reminiscent of sunbeams touching the greenish water of a river or lake. It also had nymphs drawn on the cover and side of the leaves.

Inside are children's books about dinosaurs, gorgeous hardcover editions with detailed illustrations. There's a note on top in handwriting I recognize now. "For Julian's collection, and for you, some peace." Underneath the dinosaur books is another book, slim and elegant, poetry about resilience and finding yourself. My hands shake as I open it and see an inscription on the inside cover in Marcus's careful script. Elena, you are not lost, you are not broken, you are becoming, and becoming is the bravest thing anyone can do, keep going. I read it three times, something in my chest cracking open, not breaking but opening like a door.

It looked as though the place had been ransacked, due to the books being scattered in every direction. I knocked around some of the books with the tip of my sneaker, surprised that not all were destroyed beyond recognition. I picked up one of the many plain bound books and looked at the cover. The top and bottom corner was burned off of the book, and the cover hung by a few threads, but there was still some sense to the handwritten words inside. The cover of the book read, "1836" I flipped the book open to a random pace, surprised to find the inexperienced writing of a child.

Yam sliced it open slowly, hands trembling. Inside was their book. “The Art of Staying.” Cover: a sunflower. A crooked shelf. Two mugs—one chipped. And behind it all, the suggestion of a fan, mid-spin. Franc stared at it like it might whisper back. “Feels unreal,” Yam said. Franc flipped through pages. Some with artwork. Others with Yam’s poetry. Their story—wired beginnings and all—now bound in matte finish. “I think this book breathes,” Franc said.

I made my way to my room to change and then to Killian's office. I stood to the side where Killian kept his books. I looked through all the titles. I wondered how we had such different tastes in books. Someone, I thought it be my brother but yet he felt like a stranger. There was a book with a torn cover that looked old. I tugged it off the shelf and opened it to the bookmarked page. This was a Gideon witch grimwar. Why did Killian have this? The page that was bookmarked was written in Latin or Greek, I couldn't tell I had to get this to Ellen. I put the book in the back of my jeans and pulled my shirt over it. I felt dirty stealing this from Killian but I also felt like he was hiding someth

"Deanna, what did you just say? "Didn’t you say before that this child was the treasure your whole family had been waiting for? That I was a hero to your family? That you’d treat me well for the rest of your life? How can you turn on me like this?!" "That was before!" Deanna screamed, her voice breaking. "Look at the situation now! My company is being destroyed. Your family is collapsing. I’m not going down with you! We’re breaking up right now. Stop clinging to me!"

I untied it slowly, my breath shallow. The cover beneath was dark leather, cracked at the edges, with a symbol pressed into the front. A crescent moon. The moment I touched it, a sharp jolt shot through my hand. I gasped, pulling back, the pain faded instantly, replaced by warmth. You found it. A strange voice said. My heart skipped. I whispered back, almost pleading, “Leave me alone.” My hands were already opening the book. The pages were yellowed, the writing old. The words shifted as I stared, letters rearranging themselves until I could read them clearly.