Rows of unoccupied bookshelves stood solemnly in the old library, their dust-covered spines facing the empty aisles. With each footstep, the soft creak of old floorboards echoed. Sunlight filtered through cracked windows, highlighting the abandoned, tranquil chaos.
You have arrived at an unwritten chapter of this story. There is nothing here but graves and ghosts.
Chapter 12/30
