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The girl jumped. She hadn't realized anyone else was there. She looked at Elias, her eyes wide and tired. "It’s not the scholars. It’s the inconsistencies."

Cytherea opened the book. The pages were brittle, the font old-fashioned. She read a few lines, and her expression shifted. The frustration melted away, replaced by a soft wonder. "This... this is it. The story of the weaver who tricked the storm. This is the version my grandmother told."

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Cytherea sighed. "My grandmother used to tell me the old stories. She said the goddess wasn't just beautiful; she was clever. She said the goddess was a librarian of human hearts. But I can't find that version in any of these dry texts."

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"Cytherea," she said.

Cytherea spent the rest of the afternoon reading. She didn't take notes. She didn't argue with the text. She simply let the story wash over her.

When the lights flickered—the signal that the library was closing—she stood up. She cradled the book carefully. "It’s not the scholars

Elias chuckled to himself. He picked up his scalpel and returned to his work, feeling that the library was, for the first time in a long time, perfectly balanced. He had helped a bookworm find her wings, and in doing so, he had learned that even in the quietest corners of the world, magic was still being written.

"Stories are not butterflies," Elias said, looking at her over his spectacles. "They are birds. They are meant to fly. You caught a glimpse of one today. That is enough."

Elias smiled gently. He pulled a chair from a nearby desk and sat down opposite her. "You are looking for logic in a river," he said.