Chapter 19 Grandmother Honoria's Bookshelf and the Keeper's Decision

Keeper's Decision

The heavy creak of the hinges broke the silence of the upper floor. The old air trapped behind the door for decades drifted out immediately, carrying the scent of dust, aged paper, and a faint whiff of dried lavender. I held the storm lantern in my hand, while Caspian stood right b...

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