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BOOK 1: BEYOND THE ICE WALL - Chapter 4: The Hidden Passage (by Clive J. Welan)

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Chapter 4: The Hidden Passage The secret door behind the map shelves opened slowly. A narrow, dark corridor revealed itself beyond it, dimly lit by a single flickering light hanging from the low ceiling. The air inside felt damp—like a place untouched by human presence for years. Elias Corvin glanced once more toward the main hall of the library. The sound of heavy footsteps was now unmistakable. Military. “Quick,” he whispered. Eljireh and Quianna didn’t hesitate. They stepped into the passage. Elias shut the hidden door behind them. The map shelves slid back into place, concealing their presence. Darkness swallowed them. Only the faint, flickering light remained. Quianna looked around. “This place… feels like an old tunnel.” “It is,” Elias replied quietly. “Built nearly two hundred years ago.” They began walking. Their footsteps echoed along the narrow stone walls. Behind them, the archive room door burst open. A voice rang out—firm, controlled. “We know you’re here, Corvin.” A man’s...

BOOK 1: BEYOND THE ICE WALL - Chapter 3: Arkenfall Library (by Clive J. Welan)

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Chapter 3: Arkenfall Library The sky above Novara began to shift as the sun slowly dipped behind the city’s skyline. A warm orange glow washed over the streets, reflecting off glass buildings and the slow-moving vehicles caught in the evening traffic. But on the northern edge of the city, far from the noise and rush, stood a building long forgotten. Arkenfall Library. It stood like a relic from another age. Its gray stone walls were cracked with time. Tall stained-glass windows lined its sides, some of them dimmed by age and dust. The old pillars at the entrance made it look more like an ancient cathedral than a library. The streetlamp in front flickered faintly. Hardly anyone came here anymore. Except those searching for something the internet could not provide. Eljireh Root stood a few meters from the iron gate, staring at the old structure with mixed emotions. In his hand, his phone still displayed the message he had received hours earlier. “If you want to know the truth about The S...