The Shifting Grove Chronicles
Book 1: Call of the Wildborn
Chapter 46: Dream-Ink and Moonlight
The chamber was nothing like a library.
No shelves. No tomes. No dust.
Only shadow and silver.
The walls breathed - woven from living ivy and twilight, stitched together by strands of moon-thread that shimmered and shifted with the rhythm of unseen dreams. The floor was etched with curling runes that ...