บท 112: Children Of The Crow

THE CURIOUS MAP LED HIM like the scent of smoke and candles, burning, across and over the magnific labyrinth of the Dark Arts building. In the flowing lights from the long white lamps, lining above the ecclesiastical corridors, Rafel made his way, and didn't stop until he hit a door.

A big, gray door.

From the engraved cursives on the silverly plaque, he could tell the room behind the door was a library. However, he had not heard of this one among the listings in the institute's citadels or on the Student President tour Erika Burgess had given. It appeared that this place was shunned and kept a secret for some reason, but why?

The hallway was distant on the building's second floor, and Rafel stood alone in it. In the quiet, he took the gilded doorknob in his hand, but it would not budge.