From the outside, the town library seems ordinary enough, but one step inside will reveal it as anything but. Sure there are shelves, books, tables, and an unsettling amount of crows like any library should, but it also seems to never end. In any direction beyond the entrance, one can gaze forever and only see the shelves extend outwardly for an eternity beyond, shrouded by purple and green fog that seems to compete but never blend. A discerning eye might also notice a small alcove some 15 feet up where it looks like there might be a small living space with a hammock attached from the wall to a hopefully sturdy shelf. Beyond the check-out desk, if you are able to get past the Swinton women, there is a door that none may enter.
