Sucks To Be Unmanly

As Northern entered the door, a flood of light washed into his view, causing him to squint his eyes for a moment.

As he opened his eyes almost immediately afterwards, the scene of a grand library bathed in the soft, warm glow of amber light filtering from large, hanging orbs, unfolded before them.

Towering bookshelves stretched upwards to the high arched ceilings, their dark wooden frames etched with ornate designs, giving the place an air of timeless knowledge and history.

The shelves were packed with ancient omnibuses, colorful spines of varying ages, and some loose books scattered across the plush red carpet that runs the length of the room, adding a touch of comfort and luxury.

Small alcoves featured well-worn wooden tables and chairs, giving the space a lived-in, scholarly atmosphere.