Libert let out a sigh of exhaustion as he entered the room. The room was small and cramped, with peeling wallpaper and a musty smell that hung in the air. Books were scattered haphazardly across the floor and piled high on the rickety wooden desk in the corner. The covers were faded and worn, the pages yellowed with age, evidence of the countless hours that their owner had spent lost in their pages.
Nexus: I Can't Make Portals?!
Urban · Xolu
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