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The bell rang loudly, signaling the end of the library period. Students quickly packed up their things, and the low murmur of chatter filled the quiet space. Lucretia stood, stretching her legs before heading to the librarian’s desk.

"Can I borrow this book, please?" she asked with a polite smile as she approached Mrs. Nightingale, who sat behind the polished wooden counter surrounded by towering stacks of books.

Mrs. Nightingale adjusted her glasses and ...