In a dimly lit corner of the old library, hidden beneath layers of dust, lay a stack of ancient tomes. These books had not seen the light of day for decades, their pages yellowed and edges frayed. On top of this forgotten heap rested a tattered black hat, pointed and worn, its buckle tarnished with age. A solitary candle flickered beside them, casting eerie shadows that danced across the room.
The library was known for its vast collection of rare and mystical texts, but these books were different. They had a presence, an aura that repelled the curious and deterred even the bravest scholars. The stories whispered about them were enough to keep them hidden, their secrets locked away, far from prying eyes.