Chapter Twenty-Five
When Selena got to the library this time, she went straight to the spiritual beliefs section. The brown 'Selena Ryder' book was sitting on the shelf, right where she left it. Nothing looked out of the ordinary. Even the new librarian didn't lift her gaze from whatever it was she was doing when Selena walked past her. Selena didn't bother to pick any other texts from the bookshelf, regardless of the fact that she had another paper to write. She wanted to dive straight into the book, to hopefully figure out what was going on in her life – the paper could wait. She sat on the closest chair she could find and turned the page to the part where Alexander Orwell's murder was documented. Reading it again was tough. Every little detail registered itself in her head, creeping the hell out of her.
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