Lorelei

The wizard's chambers were unlike anything I had ever seen.

They were tucked away in the oldest part of the citadel, a tower that had been sealed for centuries before Xenophon's arrival. The walls were lined with bookshelves that reached to the ceiling, their spines cracked and faded with age. Candles flickered on every surface, their flames casting dancing shadows across the room. The air was thick with the scent of incense and old parchment, and something else—something I couldn't ...