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... the library but barely above a whisper. She shifted impatiently near the towering shelves as my hands fumbled through the dusty tomes, fingertips brushing over the books as I squinted in the darkness searching for this book as I recalled it falling from my hand the moment Margery saw me here days ago. Here I am searching relentlessly.
"I’m still searching. I can’t find it," I replied back. My heart pounded as I could hear me heart beating so fast, not from anything but fear and the risk ...
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