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.

He didn't laugh. Instead, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, charred coin. "My family has a legend about a map hidden in a story about a bear that couldn't sleep. They say your aunt kept it safe." raylin

The air in the quiet town of Ravenwood was always a little thicker than it should have been, smelling of damp moss and old paper. Sage Reed didn't mind it; the scent felt like a heavy blanket, exactly what she needed after the chaotic, neon-lit years she’d spent in the city. When she moved into her aunt’s bookstore, "The Bound Spirit," she expected dusty shelves and the occasional chatty customer. She didn't expect the floorboards to hum under her feet. It happened on a Tuesday, just as the

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. He didn't laugh

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