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Time slipped away. When the vortex finally receded, Mira found herself back in the library, the book now closed, its cover dark once more. In her hand, however, rested a single silver feather, warm to the touch.

No one knew how the tome had arrived. Some whispered that it fell from the sky during a storm, others claimed it was a gift from an ancient order of scholars who had vanished centuries ago. The librarians, wary yet curious, placed it on a high shelf, out of reach, hoping the mystery would simply fade. dnrweqffuw

But the book was not meant to be ignored. Time slipped away