A thick layer of dust found freedom through the airs of the study as they opened the big wooden doors of the Library.

Max let out a sneeze.

“Atchim! Wow, this place is dusty!”

Finding the room’s lampion, Mr. Rabbit soon lit[ed] on the firelights, illuminating the room.

The Library was only a little larger than the Study, but certainly didn’t feel like it. Huge bookcases were aligned oddly, almost like a labyrinth. That unusual design choice was thought so the visitor would have to check all the books before leaving, thus having a panoramic vision of the entirety of Liminalia’s knowledge source.

Ingenious at last, but claustrophobic at best. Hell, did that place feel tight.

“behold, honeys. the great library of liminalia.”

“Let’s begin.”

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