"Oh, how amusing…" Vyan flipped through the pages of Transcendence. "... and how utterly useless."
This book on time travel was utterly irrelevant to his current problem—yet somehow... fascinating. The kind of uselessly extraordinary thing one only stumbled upon when not searching for it.
He flipped a few more pages, lips pursed. "I'll forget you exist in a week if I don't take you with me."
The library's wards would never allow it. The books here weren't meant to be owned or taken. They were meant to be feared. Studied. Revered from a distance.
But then again…
"Well, that's why I put the librarian to sleep, isn't it?"
He slipped the book carefully under his coat, the enchantments woven into the fabric concealing the trace of it. He resumed his search. Finding useful books on dark magic was his original goal, after all.
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It was far past midnight. It was raining.
