LGHTNOVELBOOK Chapter 25: Chapter 22: The Library of Unwritten Truths
The air inside the library was heavy.
Not with dust or decay, but with unspoken words.
Klein and Yeaia stepped cautiously over the black-marble floor, their footsteps echoing through the cavernous halls. Towering shelves stretched endlessly in every direction, filled with books of every shape, size, and material. Some looked ancient, their covers cracked with age. Others seemed unfinished, their pages filled with half-written sentences that faded into nothing.
But there was something wrong.
Despite the vast collection, the library felt incomplete.
As if there were gaps.
As if something—or someone—had carefully removed the most dangerous pieces of knowledge.
"It's quieter than I expected," Yeaia murmured, their fingers trailing along the spines of the books. "Almost like…"
They stopped.
Their hand hovered over a book that wasn't there.
An empty space where a volume should have been.
Klein's gaze darkened.
"It's been censored."
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The Books That Were Never Written
Yeaia pulled a book from the shelf, flipping through the pages.
The words shifted.
One moment, they told the story of a forgotten kingdom. The next, the same sentences reshaped themselves, becoming an entirely different tale.
They narrowed their eyes.
"This place doesn't just store history," they realized. "It rewrites it."
Klein exhaled, his fingers tightening around his cane.
"Then that means somewhere in here, there's a version of history that still remembers the Hidden Author."
If they could find it—
They might finally uncover the truth.
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A Voice in the Silence
As they moved deeper into the library, the light began to dim.
The shelves became taller. The air grew thicker.
And then—
A whisper.
Faint, distant, like the sound of pages being turned in an empty room.
Klein and Yeaia froze.
The whisper grew louder.
It was not a single voice.
It was many.
Hundreds, thousands of murmured words overlapping, spilling from unseen mouths, telling stories that no longer existed.
And they were listening.
"Something's here," Yeaia whispered.
Klein slowly turned his head.
Between the bookshelves, just at the edge of his vision—
A shadow moved.
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The Guardian of Forgotten Truths
The figure stepped forward.
It was tall, wrapped in robes of ink-stained parchment, with no discernible face—only a mass of shifting words where its head should have been.
And when it spoke, its voice was a thousand overlapping sentences, spoken in a language neither Klein nor Yeaia recognized.
But they understood the meaning.
"There are no stories for you here."
Yeaia smirked. "That's a lie."
The figure's head shifted, words twisting violently.
Klein took a step forward, his aura shifting as he exerted his authority.
"We are not leaving until we find what was taken."
The library shuddered.
Books rippled on their shelves, ink bleeding through the pages.
And the guardian raised its hand.
The battle for the truth had begun.
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End of Chapter 22
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