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The page rippled like a pond. The smell of wet plaster and linseed oil flooded the silent stacks. The book fell naturally to a dog-eared page:

Elara looked at the leaf. It was no longer a crescent. It was a keyhole. Caravaggio’s own severed head, held by the young

Elara scanned it. She should have just stamped it "Returned" and shelved it. Instead, she opened it.

And Elara, clutching a library card she knew she’d never have to renew, stepped into the dark.