I push open the heavy, creaking door of the library, and the scent of aged leather and musty paper immediately envelops me. The space is gargantuan, with ceilings that soar into the darkness, supported by arched beams of dark oak. Flickering candlelight casts dancing shadows against the stone walls, illuminating ancient tapestries that depict forgotten werewolf wars and the lineages of past rulers.I pass the long front desk manned by a few librarians. The rubber soles of my sable sneakers squeak against the cold, smooth stone, the sound echoing until I step onto the large, intricately woven rugs scattered throughout the floor.
I head straight for the aisle Celeste pointed out earlier, offering her a quick wave before disappearing into the labyrinth of bookshelves.
Each section is marked
