The village library stood like a quiet guardian in the heart of the village, its stone walls weathered and silent, filled with books that whispered of forgotten lives and untold histories. Leela always felt a thrill of possibility stepping inside its doors, as if every shelf held a new journey waiting for her to discover.On her first day as the official librarian, she took a deep breath, letting the scent of old paper and wood polish ground her. She’d waited years for this role, apprenticing under Mr. Vaidya, the old librarian, until his unexpected passing the month before. The townsfolk