The library had no entrance.
Rin discovered this when he turned around and found only a wall of pale stone where the black door had been. Eryndor stood a few steps behind him, examining the strange silver lines that ran between the floor tiles.
Neither of them spoke.
They had passed through the door expecting answers. Instead, they had entered a place that seemed to exist outside every rule they had encountered.
Books floated between towering shelves. Some were chained shut; others whispered as they drifted past. At the far end of the hall, a staircase wound upward into darkness, its steps disappearing before reaching the ceiling.
And in the center of the library stood a black pedestal.
Upon it rested a single white feather.
Rin approached cautiously.
The moment he drew near, every book in the hall snapped shut.
Eryndor immediately moved beside him. "I dislike places that react to your presence."
"That's becoming a very long list."
