Before her, the air rippled. A chime, deep and resonant, like a funeral bell struck underwater. A new guest had arrived.
The pages began to turn.
Angela offered a smile that did not reach her cold, gemstone eyes. “Indeed. The truth is that all knowledge requires a price.” library of ruina
"Reception of the Crying Children," Angela’s voice echoed from everywhere and nowhere. "Begin." Before her, the air rippled