Rohan dug through a tall stack of old books. His fingers brushed something cold and hard inside a dusty volume.
He pulled out a brass key and held it up to the light. The library was very quiet.
Rohan walked to the back wall where no door had ever been. He pressed the key into a tiny hidden keyhole.
The wall shuddered. A narrow wooden door swung open with a loud creak. Rohan stepped inside.
He gasped. The room was filled with floating books flapping their pages like wings. One landed on his shoulder.
The book whispered, "Turn to page four." Rohan opened it and the words swirled into a glowing path.
He followed the path of light. His footsteps echoed on the floor until he reached a tall mirror.
The mirror showed a smiling Rohan. His reflection stepped out and handed him a golden bookmark.
"Keep this safe," the reflection said, then melted back into the glass. Rohan pocketed the bookmark.
Rohan grinned. The library door clicked shut behind him, leaving him alone in the magic.