Deep inside the academy libraries, where spiraling staircases dove down and down and down, the rays of the sun couldn't pierce through. Sconces lined the walls and hung on the shelves, providing golden luminescence upon the library visitors who could not find what they were looking for in the first levels.
The sound of paper scraping against paper and book covers brushing against the other filled the current floor where we were at. The lower we went, the dustier the books were getting. No one was interested in the more obscure topics, so these books were placed in the bottommost levels of the library. Sara had told us that she had a hunch that these were the right places where we would get our clues.
