seemed to blur together, their tomes fluttering open like birds taking flight, releasing a flurry of pages that swirled around her like a storm. The air

ne. Lena's reflection stared back, but it was distorted, like a funhouse mirror reflecting a t

s from a fire that had burned for centuries. Lena spun around, but there was no one there. She turned back to the m

its eyes seemed to bore into her soul, like a dark and ancient power that had lain dormant for centuries

ower. Lena stumbled back, her heart racing like a wild animal trapped in a cage. The shadowy fig

, scrawled in red letters that seemed to drip with malevolent intent, was a message