Every single book in the "C-12" section was missing exactly one thing.
Elias worked in the basement of the City Archive, a place where books went to be forgotten. His job was simple: catalog the "damaged" goods. Most of the time, "damaged" meant a coffee stain or a torn cover. But lately, he had noticed a pattern. Every single book in the "C-12" section was
"Page 9 is gone again," Elias whispered, sliding a dusty leather-bound journal across his desk. He checked the next one—a Victorian romance. Then a technical manual on bridge building. In each one, the story skipped from Page 8 to Page 10. The jagged edge left behind was always clean, as if sliced by a razor. " Elias whispered