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The ancient cobblestones of Arcanum's Old Quarter gleamed with a slick sheen of midnight rain as Lyra Nightshade hurried through the winding streets, her dark cloak billowing behind her like the wings of a raven. The gas lamps flickered in their iron housings, casting dancing shadows that seemed to reach for her with spectral fingers. She clutched her leather satchel tighter, feeling the weight of the forbidden grimoire within pressing against her ribs.

Twenty-three years old and already considered one of the most promising enchanters in the Celestial Academy, Lyra had never imagined she would find herself sneaking through the city's underbelly on such a treacherous night. But desperation had a way of making even the most cautious souls take extraordinary risks.

The letter had arrived three days ago, written in her younger brother's shaking hand. Marcus, barely sixteen and studying at the Academy's preparatory school, had fallen victim to a curse so dark and twisted that the Academy's healers had declared it beyond their abilities. The shadow sickness was consuming him from within, and conventional magic could only slow its progress, not reverse it.

Lyra's footsteps echoed off the narrow alley walls as she approached the building she sought—a decrepit bookshop wedged between a potion brewery and an abandoned textile mill. The sign above the door read "Midnight Tomes" in faded gothic lettering, and beneath it hung a smaller placard: "Specializing in the Rare and Forgotten."

She paused at the threshold, her heart hammering against her ribs. What she was about to attempt would violate every principle the Academy had taught her about the responsible use of magic. But as she thought of Marcus lying pale and still in the infirmary, his life force slowly ebbing away, she steeled her resolve.