A TRANSCENDENT Excerpt: “The Mask of Infamy” by E.N. Dahl

Every library was the same, rows upon rows of dusty shelves, each giving off that amazing old book smell, tacky brown carpets, and a creaky staircase with the sticky tape worn off the steps. Professor Zelwats claimed that the library was the oldest building on campus, prompting campus-wide jokes that he’d been around to help…