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The night the black book appeared on the fourth shelf of the second floor was the night the old library’s fire alarms went silent. No siren, no flashing light—only a low, almost imperceptible hum that seemed to vibrate through the very stone of the walls. The librarians, a handful of sleep‑deprived scholars, brushed it off as a faulty circuit. They never noticed the thin, obsidian‑covered volume slip between the rows of dusty tomes, its cover etched with a single, silvered glyph that resembled a stylized “∞”.

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