CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
The dusty scent of old paper and forgotten tales cling to the air as I ready to abandon the silence of the library for the chaos of the outside world. My gaze sweeps across the room one last time, tracing the spines of countless books that hold secrets I'll never have the time to unearth. Then, like a whisper from the past, it catches my eye—an ancient tome, its leather cover cracked and worn, nestled between volumes of mundane history.
Curiosity claws at me, drawing me nearer. I reach out, fingertips grazing the cool, rough surface. The moment my skin touches the book, a shiver races up my arm, an electric charge that sings of hidden truths. With a cautious reverence reserved for sacred relics, I ease the book from its resting place, and the weight of it in my hands
