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It was already late in the evening, hardly any soul still could still be found within the walls of the ancient university, which happened to be one of the oldest and most respected institutions of learning on the whole continent. But there still was a light burning in the small library of the faculty of Ancient Languages even though it officially was long closed for the night.
The faculty library was in a rather remote corner of the building, but it was one of the few surviving buildings that were still existing from the founding days of the university. One student had been given the privilege to research in this library for her thesis, and thus was now busy with these old books while everyone else had long made their way home, to avoid being caught in the snowstorm which now was raging outside.
It was a rather dark starless night, the longest night of the year. A night that for some reason was dreaded among the older members of the faculty although they never spoke a word to anyone to explain what exactly they were afraid of. With most everyone gone now, there were so few sounds to be heard in a university that was so busy during the day. The wind howling outside, the creaking of the old bookshelves under the weight of the heavy books was all the that our student could here. And was it only her imagination or did the creaking of the shelves sound much louder, much more agitated than it normally was?
The faculty library was in a rather remote corner of the building, but it was one of the few surviving buildings that were still existing from the founding days of the university. One student had been given the privilege to research in this library for her thesis, and thus was now busy with these old books while everyone else had long made their way home, to avoid being caught in the snowstorm which now was raging outside.
It was a rather dark starless night, the longest night of the year. A night that for some reason was dreaded among the older members of the faculty although they never spoke a word to anyone to explain what exactly they were afraid of. With most everyone gone now, there were so few sounds to be heard in a university that was so busy during the day. The wind howling outside, the creaking of the old bookshelves under the weight of the heavy books was all the that our student could here. And was it only her imagination or did the creaking of the shelves sound much louder, much more agitated than it normally was?