You didn’t stumble on the Old Library.
For months Sarah, Eric, and Charlie chased scraps—a burned map, a torn ledger, whispers of unfinished spells. Tonight, in the abandoned quarter, only the Library stands whole.
You step in. Iron shutters slam. Stone replaces the door.
A woman in shifting-script robes watches. “The Codex is awake. No one leaves until it’s resolved.”
Sarah must choose how to begin.