by shadowinkstoryteller
For most, Blackwood University’s ancient library is a place of quiet study. For Elara, it is a tomb of secrets. When she accepts the graveyard shift, she expects boredom—not a century-old diary detailing her own life, written in her own handwriting, before she was even born. Now, the shelves are shifting, the whispers are getting louder, and someone—or something—is waiting for her in the dark archives. Some stories are not meant to be read; they are meant to consume you.
