The two words struck me like a hammer in the chest—shadow frenzy.
“Zaxl, we have to help this man!” I pleaded.
“What will we benefit from it?” he callously asked.
“You shouldn’t expect life to always reward your efforts. Our mother died from shadow frenzy, and I can’t bear to let it happen to his daughter.”
“I will see what I can do…” he grumbled.
“Thank you so much!” he practically shouted with joy.
He led us toward his house and unlocked the door. We entered and were taken aback by how many books he had. He had books of all genres and some by authors I had never heard of. A few of them had bizarre titles, such as How to Survive Arachnids of All Sizes and Shapes by Nikolo Fluir. My favorite title had to have been Help; Goblins Robbed Me of Everything! by Jacob Pliny VII.
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