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    Choice


    <span style="font-weight:400">Warning bells started ringing in Rain’s mind, joining the call of the chained tome. She could remember the book she used to trap Ho; it had also called to the people around it, promising to fulfill their dreams if they read it. She hadn’t forgotten what happened there.


    <span style="font-weight:400">This book felt far more alluring and dangerous than that one. Its pull was like a shining moonpared to a dull star.


    <span style="font-weight:400">And yet Rain couldn’t leave it behind when Mr. Purple was telling her to take it. Rain checked her corruption and found it was only at nine percent. This couldn’t be an illusion from her mind. Probably. But if it wasn’t, then was Mr. Purple''s request for her to explore the library from back then real? What could Rain trust?


    <span style="font-weight:400">Mr. Purple didn’t fade away; his words hung there in front of Rain, urging her to discard every ounce of sense she possessed and take the obviously sinister book.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Rain wished she could leave and think about this somece where her mind was clear, but if she left, there was no guarantee that she would ever find this ce again. Even if she left a coin right in front of the book, the library might take her somewhere else when she tried to return.


    <span style="font-weight:400">She felt like one of the people she had given books from her library. Rain was being offered something that could be wonderful but felt dangerous, and she couldn’t think it through properly because there was no time.


    <span style="font-weight:400">In the end, Rain had no real choice. Mr. Purple was her first friend, and he was asking her to do something. Even if Rain felt like this was a bad idea, she owed it to him to take the risk and trust he knew what he was asking her.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Rain held Snow tight with her right hand while reaching out to grab the sinister book with her left. The moment her gnarled fingers closed on the book, the chains holding it in ce dissolved into shadows and leaked onto the floor as an unsettling keening sound danced at the edge of her hearing.


    <span style="font-weight:400">The walls shuddered, and dark smoke started drifting off them. Rain wasn’t sure what was happening, but her heart was rampaging in her chest. Something was wrong. The book had left that seal far too easily. Was this some kind of trap? Not wanting to find out, Rain warped back to the coin she ced by the entrance.


    <span style="font-weight:400">After a moment to collect herself, Rain decided she’d had enough excitement for one day and walked back into the mist room to examine her prize in a ce where her corruption wouldn’t continue to rise. Once she was safely surrounded by mist, Rain gave the book a closer look. It had a ck leather cover with golden words embossed on the front. Rain didn’t recognize the type of leather or thenguage of the runes. The book was only a finger thick and small enough that Rain could easily hide it in an inner pocket.


    <span style="font-weight:400">The thing that stood out to her the most, though, was the faint lines of dark shimmer wafting off of it. That shouldn’t be possible. Shimmer was energy that didn’t belong in a realm; Rain could see it on ssers and anything that came from this library when they were in the real world, but this library was where shimmer belonged. It should be invisible here. The fact that she could see it meant that this book didn’t belong here. And if it didn’t belong here, then where did it belong?


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Mr. Purple, what is this book?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Rain waited, but Mr. Purple didn’t answer.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Why, though? He had spoken to her when he told her to take this thing; was he just going to leave her to figure it out for herself now? A new thought struck Rain. What if that ce had such a corrupting aura that it gave her hallucinations even without her corruption being high enough? Had that actually been Mr. Purple?


    <span style="font-weight:400">The more she thought about it, the more suspicious she got. What were the odds of the first ce she went - where she could actually reach the books - being where this thing was held? Now that she thought about it, she had passed plenty of doors, almost like something was leading her to this book. The problem was she didn’t know who or what wanted her to read it.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Rain made a decision. She would decide whether to read the bookter after she had some time to clear her head and was in a ce she was confident wasn’t influencing her mind. Until then, she would leave the book with her hoard.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Rain nodded to herself before depositing the book, finishing up her tasks for the night, and returning to the real world.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Checking out her window, Rain saw she had a few hours of night left. Perfect. She could get a few hours of sleep before deciding what to do with the book. She also needed to check up on Mr. Mirage tomorrow. He’d been acting odd ever since the Ash Grifters had to flee.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Rain changed her cloak into night clothes and crawled into bed with Snow. A part of her hoped she would have a nightmare so she could sleep with Ise, but those had beening less and lesstely. Maybe she could pretend and…


    <span style="font-weight:400">A man was sitting at a table in an immense workshop with his bald head buried in his hands. The workshop had ns for things Rain had never seen and couldn’t understand; they covered the walls, leaving Rain curious about what the man was creating here.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“It''s dangerous, yes, but don’t they see this is a way to break the cycle?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">The man looked up, and Rain could see his eyes; they were made of pure energy. In the palm of his right hand, exposed now that his head had moved, was a familiar ck book. Everything blurred.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Rain saw herself, but everything was wrong. She was older and scary. Parts of her were indistinct and blurred. She was dressed in an elegant ck dress and sitting on a throne made of human bones with two skulls for handrests. This version of her had an expression of lonely fury. Rain could tell this future her desprately needed some time hugging Snow.


    <span style="font-weight:400">The room where Rain watched her not-self was crumbling and neglected without a single other person in sight or so much as the sound of a rodent.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Eventually, the sad husk on the throne moved, pulling a small ck book from her dress.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Rain was standing in a vast white sky; there was no ground, no stars, nothing. In the distance, Rain could see half the head of a woman floating dark shimmer leaking from her exposed insides. The woman looked at Rain with a wild grin.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Rain looked away from the ufortable gaze, only to spot a small ck book floating in the void.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Blondy stood in a vast desert with a bored look on his face and a hand through a swarthy woman''s chest. Blood leaked from her lips as she tried to w at Blondy’s face. On the ground between themy the ck book.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Suddenly, the bored look on Blondy’s face changed as he looked straight at Rain.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I know I’m good-looking, kiddo, but you’re far too young to start dreaming about me,” he said with a smirk before the dream shifted again.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Rain dreamed about a vast golden in with two armies facing each other. Glittering steel shone in every direction, disying a vast wealth Rain had never seen, even in the capital of the archipgo. A horn sounded, and one of the armies charged the other with the roar of thousands of men grasping all their courage. The dream shifted.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Rain was getting tired of this. She got the message she had been foolish to touch the book. She knew it, but she refused to ignore Mr. Purple any longer. Rain had to watch as scene after scene shed before her. In most cases, she would find the ck book in some part; usually, it would simply be sitting on a table or somewhere out of the way while something else happened. Once in a while, it would take center stage. Sometimes, she never found it.


    <span style="font-weight:400">After a while, Rain turned it into a game to see how fast she could find the book in every scene. If she was going to be trapped in this dream, she might as well have fun.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Eventually, Rain felt her mind start to recede as true sleep found her.


    <span style="font-weight:400">***


    <span style="font-weight:400">Rain woke with her sheets all rumpled and tangled. She had let go of Snow sometime in the night, letting him fall off the bed. And lying in front of her on a spare pillow was a small ck book with golden words on its cover. Rain took one long look at it, pinched herself to make sure she wasn’t still sleeping, then turned her back on the book, grabbed Snow off the floor, and went back to sleep. That was a problem for future Rain.
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