The floor beneath the library’s reading table gave way, revealing a spiral staircase of obsidian steps that seemed to descend into infinite darkness. A soft, phosphorescent glow emanated from the walls, illuminating words etched in a language that was both ancient and alien:
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The book was updating itself—like software, like a living organism. It was aware of its own inconsistencies, of its own storylines, and it was trying to fix them. The floor beneath the library’s reading table gave