The library of Constel was wast. It has been a feat for anybody who enters to not loose oneself in the numerous shelves filled with thousands of books. Aquila was one of rare individuals that knew the content of every row, every shelf, every book. Eventhough it was humid that day, when Alyster entered the library he could feel the cool air gather around him. It was much darker than outside with only scarse lamps giving light to the big main hall, so his eyes took a moment to adapt. When he…
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