The Secret of the Midnight Library
Liam was a man of habit. Every evening, after a long day at work, he would head to his favorite café, sip his coffee, and read a book. It was his form of escape, his time to unwind. But lately, he felt like something was missing—a feeling of wonder, of excitement, the kind that only a story could bring. One chilly night, as Liam walked home, he passed a small alley he’d never noticed before. At the end of the alley was a little library—dimly lit and tucked away between two tall buildings. Curiosity tugged at him, and he stepped inside. The air inside smelled like old paper and dust. Rows upon rows of books lined the shelves, some in strange languages, others with titles Liam had never seen. There was no librarian, no one in sight. Just the peaceful hum of silence. He wandered through the aisles until a particular book caught his eye—an old leather-bound volume titled "The Midnight Library" . As soon as he opened the book, the room seemed to change. The walls dissolved, an...