Will cursed the faint glow he emmitted as he ran his hand over the shelf. His fingers left a trail in the dust on the spines of the books. Some metallic bindings or letters reflected light, illuminating the dark library. Faint, haunting noises rang out through the castle. A drip of water from the plumbing. A metalic note from a suit of armor. Small footsteps of a cat, or mouse approaching the healer. Will paid no attention to this, only searched for a book that would help.

I'm back.

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