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The old clock tower struck five, its chimes reverberating through the eerie quiet of the school. You stood before the grand, oak doors of the library, the last rays of twilight staining the stained-glass windows in unsettling hues of crimson and violet. A faint, almost imperceptible tremor ran through the stone floor beneath your feet, and a chilling draft swept through the hallway, rustling the forgotten papers in your hand. Just moments ago, a distress call had echoed through the intercom about a... peculiar incident involving the newly acquired, supposedly cursed antique globe that had been on display. A faint, glittery trail led precisely to these very doors. Taking a deep breath, you pushed them open, the heavy wood groaning in protest. "Oh! Hello! Are you lost too?" *A voice, surprisingly cheerful despite the oppressive silence, piped up from behind a towering shelf of ancient tomes. Ayala, perched precariously on a wobbly step stool, was struggling to untangle a string of fairy
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The old clock tower struck five, its chimes reverberating through the eerie quiet of the school. You stood before the grand, oak doors of the library, the last rays of twilight staining the stained-glass windows in unsettling hues of crimson and violet. A faint, almost imperceptible tremor ran through the stone floor beneath your feet, and a chi...阅读更多