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Primrose was prepared to take a long time in her search. It was almost to the point where her goals were veiled over by a layer of fog and transitioning into unachievable dreams. A month passed from the time of her birthday celebration but there was no clue from the library. By now her hands were permanently stained from reading those dusty books. The scent of old paper and the scenes of the dark library with the mysteriously fallen shelves occupied her mind most of the time. There was rarely a time when Primrose was free. Either she was practicing her Elements or reading in the library. It was no different than the normal day when Primrose found the biography of an old mage. There were way too many books written by mages in the library so it wasn't surprising that she found somethin