Raylin May 2026

Sage smiled, though her heart had started a strange, frantic rhythm. "Most of the books in here technically shouldn't exist, according to the modern world."

Rome shook his head, his gaze locked on hers. "It’s a key. And it looks like you’re the only one who can turn it." raylin

It happened on a Tuesday, just as the sun was dipping behind the jagged peaks of the nearby mountains. A man walked in, his presence immediately making the narrow aisles feel smaller. He was Rome Baker, a local with eyes that seemed to hold the same deep, restless energy as the surrounding woods. Sage smiled, though her heart had started a

"It’s not just a map, is it?" she whispered, the air around them suddenly tasting like ozone. And it looks like you’re the only one who can turn it

"I’m looking for something specific," Rome said, his voice a low rumble. "A book that isn't supposed to exist."

Sage looked at her hand, where a faint, silver mark was beginning to bloom on her skin—a mark that matched the one on Rome’s neck.