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Elisabeth grew up in a great library where the grimoires whisper, growl, and occasionally turn into monsters if mishandled. Framed for sabotage, she falls in with a sardonic young sorcerer and his far-too-courteous demon. Bookish, swooning, and just the right amount of gothic. Read it when you want ink, candlelight, and a slow enemies-to-lovers.