41″A book screamed.
Tessa flinched, dropping her scroll case, a dozen enchanted parchment rolls exploding like fireworks. “Not again!”
From across the Grand Archive, the head librarian’s voice echoed like judgment itself. “Miss Quill!”
“I’m fine! Totally calm!” Tessa chirped, trying to wrestle a fluttering map back into its tube while it bit her finger.
The screaming tome levitated off its shelf, flapping angrily.
“I didn’t misfile you!” she scolded. “You moved yourself, Drama of Dragons, volu
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