Zala had been there once or twice. She wasn't sure about the specifics. But one thing that she knew with certainty was that with every visit the room changes and the location changes. She wasn’t certain how they did it. But she knew that it must have cost a leg and hand.
The last time she came there, she was led to a basement and had to walk down a couple of steps.
As soon as she walked through, she saw dark brown walls with rows and rows of bookshelves filled to the brim with books.
Although she was curious, she didn’t fret about it. She still kept her hand in Orpheus’ and walked through the only pathway the bookshelves made. At the end of the road was a desk with little trinkets here and there. The desk was empty.
But there was someone putting books on the shelf closer to the des
