When Anwyll had mentioned a small library in town, Kiah had pictured something modest — dusty shelves, creaky floors, and chipping paint. But the building standing before her was anything but that.
Though it wasn't towering, it had a sleek, refined architecture that gave it an air of quiet grandeur. Glass panels glimmered under the soft sunlight, and clean metallic lines curved elegantly around the structure's frame.
'They've really taken time rebuilding this place.' she thought in awe. 'Duskworn has built itself up over the last sixty years.'
She remembered passing through several towns on her journey to Fallowmere. Some were restored completely while others still clung to ruin. Places like the Dreg remained perpetually broken, left behind in progress' shadow.
But this town… this library… it stood as proof of resilience.
'Did they make it this pretty to attract people to learn?'
A flicker of excitement stirred in her chest. She hadn't felt this curious in a long time.
