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floor shelves, riding on a current of imagined force. The shelves there were of blackened wood and locked away with a barbed, black iron grate that was as menacing as he could imagine. Chains locked the grate into place, the ends of which were bolted into the stone walls.
                          Endrance snapped his fingers, and the chains were undone. He flicked his hands apart and the grate flung open, revealing the books within. Dozens of black hide tomes clogged the shelves in contrasting disarray compared to the rest of his library. Even the single row on one of the first floor shelves holding the goblin shaman's gathered knowledge was more ordered than the information gathered from the king. Endrance carefully looked through the shelves before finding the book he wanted and pulled it off the shelf. He flicked his hand at the shelves and the grate dropped back into position. The chains slithered into place, locking it back down.
                          Endrance drifted over to a chair and sat down. He ran his hand over the dull gray book that couldn't hold more than fifty pages. Only slightly larger than the palm of his hand, Endrance untied the thread holding the book closed and flipped to the front page of the book. Castle Balator, by King Kalenden. Endrance started reading through it, looking for signs of the circle he needed to find.
                          Endrance opened his eyes, back in the throne room. In reality, very little time had passed, but in his mind he had all the time in the world. Endrance had learned a few things about the castle he didn't really care to know, but he had found what he needed. Now he knew where every secret passage, chamber pot, and prison cell there was to be found inside the castle.
                          He stood, walked down the small dais of steps to the floor. He stooped, hauling the bastard sword left behind upright. Point down in the rock, the sword was a one and a half-hander with a black steel blade with sharpened barbs on either side. Despite the month of inactivity and being left covered in dried blood, the sword was still of extraordinary quality, the barbs were measured in inches, in staggered form.
                          The blade will be necessary. Endrance checked through what he had learned. Walking towards the back of the throne room, he went up to the back wall. He stepped over Kalenden's corpse, careful not to touch it. The whole castle was made of black stone, the rarest of the stones quarried from the mountain. As Endrance approached, he felt his skin start to crawl again. He at first thought that it was specifically a reaction to being around Kalenden, but he had not felt the sensation when the King had visited his home, only whenever he was in the throne room. Every time before, the King had been there.  But now that he was dead, there was no doubting it was something about the castle that set his senses off.
                          He walked along the wall; just off center, he found some stonework that looked like two half circles of stone with a seam down the middle. Struggling to raise the blade, Endrance hefted the sword and pushed the point of it into the seam. The sword slid in easily, each barb evoking a click from the stone as it passed in. The weapon sank in to the hilt and a loud final click echoed through the otherwise silent chamber. Endrance hesitated a few seconds, then twisted the sword to his right. The stones and sword rotated together, the metal sliding along the stone just barely. One half rotation passed and the sword stopped.
                          A portion of the wall recessed and slowly swung open. The hinges on the door were well oiled and made almost no noise. Endrance left the sword in the wall and walked over to examine the secret passage. His skin crawled with the sensation of powerful magic coming