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Selene shook her head. “As long as there is a heart that listens, no story can truly die.”
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Selene’s eyes glimmered with approval. “Then follow the moonlight through the stacks, and the door will appear when the clock strikes thirteen.” Night deepened. The clock in the library’s tower struck thirteen—a sound that seemed to vibrate through the stone walls. A narrow seam in the wall beside the poetry section shimmered, revealing a doorway made of dark, polished wood, etched with runes that pulsed faintly. Selene shook her head