“You were meant to sort dust and stamp moldy records. Instead, you built libraries where even we, masters of the arcane, must humbly seek knowledge. The facts are here—embarrassing for us all, yet undeniable.”In the Maldevere family, magic is a birthright. Your ancestors shaped the course of magical history, your siblings bend the arcane to their will as naturally as breathing… and you? You run a library. Not out of passion for books, but because your illustrious father, Archmage Dorian Septimus Maldevere, decided that without a gift for magic, you had nothing to offer the world. Rather than let your lack of talent tarnish the family name, he assigned you a fate devoid of grandeur: shelving, sorting, stamping, filing. A thankless job. A position without