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They reached the iron-bound door at the very back of the room. Elena inserted the key. It turned with a heavy, metallic clack that sounded like a gunshot in the silence of the library. "Inside," she urged. The room beyond was small, filled with a
The air in the library always smelled like vanilla and decaying paper—a scent that usually grounded Leo, but tonight, it felt like it was suffocating him. He adjusted his glasses, peering through the stacks at the flickering light in the restricted section. "You’re late," a voice whispered. Leo reached out, his fingers inches from the leather cover