#Chapter 107: Missing Pages

Agnes The following day, I found myself in the library during my break, the old book on spells and curses tucked away discreetly in my bag. Somehow it felt heavier today, as if the missing pages added weight to it. I needed answers, and Gertrude was the only person I trusted to help me find them. The library was quiet as usual, calming me the moment I stepped inside. Sunlight streamed through the tall windows, casting golden beams across the rows of bookshelves. Gertrude was at her usual spot behind the front desk, her glasses perched on the end of her nose as she sorted through a stack of returned books. She looked up as I approached, her expression softening when she saw me. “Agnes,” she greeted, setting aside a book. “Shouldn’t you be resting after the chaos of the fashion show?” I rolled my eyes. “I could say the same to you. Don’t you ever take a break?” She chuckled and pushed her glasses up on her nose. “Librarians don’t rest. The books demand