They say every town has its secrets, right? Well, Lost Echoes wasn't just any town. Nestled deep in the valley, shrouded in perpetual twilight, it held onto stories like a miser clutches gold. And at the heart of it all stood the library, a towering edifice of forgotten knowledge, and its keeper, Rod Blanchard. Now, Rod wasn't your run-of-the-mill librarian. He wasn't just shushing noisy patrons or stamping due dates; he was a conduit, a whisperer of tales, a guardian of the past. You'd find him amidst the towering shelves, his eyes twinkling with an ancient wisdom, a half-smile playing on his lips, as if he knew something you didn't. And, let's be honest, he probably did.