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The entrance of the citadel's central tower leads to a grand library containing at least one copy of almost every single magical text known to man. Those few the library does not have are believed to have been lost to time. While magical texts make up a considerable fraction of what the library has to offer (Three out of every seven books to be exact.), most of the library's space is taken up by literature, history logs and records, and books on the very nature of the universe. Interestingly, bookshelves are placed on a spiral floor winding up the walls of the library. One was expected to walk up all of the spiral to reach the highest selves

 It's nearing the end of a fall day with a rather strong breeze. The few leaves the trees placed along the sidewalks struggle to hold on with each and every gust. The streetlights are beginning to turn on. Walking out of the grand, central tower the founder of this citadel built himself and whose heirs have continued to build upon and maintained since then since time immemorial is a single women. By the standards of most, she'd be considered rather plain with her simple features, average height, and thin lips. However, in the world of mages, magicians, and sorcerers where accidents that leave behind terrible scars are commonplace, she is rat

I was like a blind solider on the battlefield for some time after crossing into Amestris. My days during the first year of searching for what I called magic makers were filled with drifting from town to town on foot and asking random people what they knew about Pasloe. Most of the time, they didn’t know much more than what I already did. I traveled light with only a bag containing my changes of clothes and money. The picture of them was always in a pocket, and I would take it out from time to time usually at night in fire light. Today that picture looks exactly like it should with a big crease down the middle that is just barely holdin