Despite living in Durnam my entire life, I had never been
to this part of the library. By the look of it, neither had anyone else. The
books smelled old and many were covered with cobwebs. I ran my flashlight over
plaques labeling each row of bookshelves until I found B-4. Following my
flashlight, I made my way down the row, until I found The Weird Grimoire of Mad
Wong. I pulled the ponderous tome from the shelf, disturbing the considerable
quantity of dust that had accumulated on it. The string of coughs it induced in
me echoed through the empty chamber.
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