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Chapter 7 - ROAV-07: Whispers in the Winter Hall

The next morning dawned gray and cold. A thin layer of frost coated the narrow window ledge, and the pale light that filtered into the chamber did little to dispel the gloom. Sheenah woke early, her sleep restless and filled with strange, shifting dreams—visions of the Duke's lonely face, the old man's cryptic smile, and the blank, accusing pages of the midnight-blue book.

Leah was already awake, sitting cross-legged on the rug with her back against the wall. She stared at the book as if willing it to reveal its secrets. The envelope with Sheenah's salary lay untouched on the bedside table, a small, stubborn reminder of the world they'd left behind.

Neither spoke for a while. The silence between them was heavy, but not unfriendly. It was the silence of shared uncertainty, of two people clinging to each other in a world that made no sense.

"Sheenah," Leah finally said, her voice hoarse, "do you really think there's a way out?"

Sheenah hesitated. She wanted to offer comfort, to promise that they would find a way home. But the truth was, she didn't know. "I think… if the book brought us here, maybe it can take us back. Or maybe there's something we're supposed to do first."

Leah hugged her knees tighter. "I just wish the Duke would believe us. I wish someone would."

A soft knock at the door startled them both. Maya, the young maid, entered quietly, carrying a tray of warm bread, cheese, and a pot of weak tea. She set it on the small table and glanced nervously at the book in Sheenah's lap.

"Thank you, Maya," Sheenah said, trying to sound cheerful.

Maya nodded, her eyes darting to the door. "His Grace is… troubled. He does not trust easily. But he is not cruel. If you are honest with him, perhaps he will listen in time."

Sheenah managed a small smile. "We're trying. It's just… hard to prove something when the only evidence we have is gone."

Maya hesitated, then lowered her voice. "There are others in this castle who are not as kind as His Grace. Be careful what you say, and to whom. Not everyone wishes you well."

Sheenah's heart skipped. "Thank you for warning us."

Maya nodded and slipped out, leaving them alone with their breakfast and their worries.

They ate in silence, the bread warm and comforting. Afterward, Sheenah took the book and sat by the window, turning the blank pages over and over. She tried to remember every detail of the story she'd read—the Duke's pain, his moments of kindness, the way he'd been misunderstood by those around him. She wondered if there was something she was missing, some clue hidden in the memory of the words.

A sudden noise in the corridor made them both jump. The door opened, and a tall, broad-shouldered man entered. He wore a uniform trimmed with silver and blue, and his expression was stern but not unkind.

"My name is Captain Aldric," he announced. "I am responsible for your security. His Grace wishes to know if you require anything. Food, clothing, books—within reason."

Sheenah stood, clutching the book to her chest. "Thank you, Captain. I… I would like to ask something, if I may."

He raised an eyebrow. "Ask."

Sheenah hesitated, then plunged ahead. "Is there a library in the castle? I love to read. Maybe… maybe there's something there that could help us understand what's happened."

Aldric considered this, then nodded. "There is a library. I will speak to His Grace. If he allows it, I will escort you there myself."

He turned to leave, then paused. "And one more thing. The Duke is not a patient man. But he is fair. If you wish to earn his trust, do not lie to him. This place is full of secrets, and secrets are dangerous."

With that, he left, closing the door behind him.

Leah let out a long breath. "Well, that was… something. Maybe if we can get to the library, we'll find a clue."

Sheenah nodded, feeling a flicker of hope. "It's worth a try. We have to do something. We can't just wait here forever."

The day passed slowly. They took turns pacing the room, talking in low voices about home, about their families, about the strange twists of fate that had brought them here. Sheenah tried to remember every detail of the book, every line of dialogue, every hint of magic. She felt as if the answer was right in front of her, just out of reach.

As evening fell, Captain Aldric returned. "His Grace has agreed. You may visit the library tomorrow morning. I will escort you. Do not attempt to leave my sight, and do not speak to anyone unless spoken to. Is that understood?"

"Yes," Sheenah said quickly. "Thank you."

That night, as they lay in their beds, Leah whispered, "Do you really think we'll find something?"

Sheenah stared at the ceiling, the moonlight casting pale patterns on the stone. "I don't know. But I have to try. For both of us."

She turned the book over in her hands, feeling the faint pulse of magic beneath her fingertips. She closed her eyes and whispered the old man's words: "Let the magic guide your life. When you have a dream, believe in it with determination, because those who never believe in magic will never find it."

A faint breeze stirred the curtains, and for a moment, Sheenah thought she heard the echo of the old man's voice, gentle and wise.

Time starts now. Make your own magic, child. Be careful.

She drifted off to sleep, her dreams full of snow and starlight, of hidden doors and secret words. Somewhere in the darkness, she felt the story shift—a subtle change, a new path opening before her.

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The next morning, Sheenah woke with a sense of purpose. She dressed quickly, her hands trembling with anticipation. Leah was quiet, her nerves showing in the way she twisted her hair and bit her lip, but she was ready.

Captain Aldric arrived promptly, his expression unreadable. "Follow me. And remember what I said."

They walked through silent corridors, the castle waking slowly around them. Servants hurried past, heads down, and guards watched them with open suspicion. Sheenah kept her gaze forward, clutching the book tightly.

The library was vast, its shelves stretching up to a domed ceiling painted with scenes of winter and war. The air was thick with the scent of old paper and leather. Aldric gestured for them to enter but remained at the doorway, watchful.

Sheenah moved among the shelves, running her fingers over the spines. She searched for anything familiar—titles, symbols, even a hint of magic. Leah trailed after her, eyes wide.

Suddenly, Sheenah stopped. On a high shelf, tucked between two ancient tomes, was a book bound in the same midnight-blue leather as hers. Heart pounding, she reached for it.

As her fingers brushed the cover, a faint warmth spread through her hand. She opened the book—and gasped.

Words shimmered on the page, fading in and out like mist. They were written in a language she didn't recognize, but as she watched, the letters shifted, rearranging themselves into something she could almost read.

Leah peered over her shoulder. "Sheenah, what is it?"

"I… I'm not sure. But I think it's another piece of the story. Maybe even a clue."

Aldric stepped forward, his eyes narrowing. "What have you found?"

Sheenah hesitated, then held out the book. "It's like the one I have. But this one… it's not blank."

Aldric took the book, studying it with suspicion. "I will show this to His Grace. For now, you may continue to look. But be careful."

Sheenah nodded, her mind racing. The story wasn't over. The magic was still alive, waiting for her to find the next piece.

As she and Leah searched the shelves, hope stirred within her—a fragile, flickering light in the darkness. They were not alone. The story was still being written, and they had a part to play.

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