Logan left the cartography alcove, the last faint glimmer of the enchanted map fading behind him as the crystal covering dimmed to transparency.
The shift back to the normal muted tones of the library was almost jarring. Rows of shelves stretched outward in precise lines, their wooden edges smooth from years of use.
His footsteps echoed against the polished stone floor as he returned to the central reading area.
The librarian passed him going the other way, arms stacked high with returned books, giving him a polite nod without slowing.
Logan lightly smiled at her.
The table he had claimed earlier still held his stack of discarded volumes.
Everything from political essays to symbolic lexicons. None of them had given him exactly what he wanted, but they had given him a path to follow.
