The Whispering StacksClara was the quiet guardian of the old city library, a place more of memory than of books. She didn't just reshelve them; she listened. For Clara had a secret, one passed down from her grandmother, the librarian before her: the oldest books, the ones most loved and lost, whispered stories that mirrored the lives of those who needed to hear them most.The whispers were not words, but feelings—a surge of adventurous spirit from a worn Jules Verne, a pang of heartbreak from a dog-eared Austen. Clara was the translator, a conduit for their silent counsel.One afternoon, a