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Chapter 73

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last update Last Updated: 2025-11-09 23:43:48

Griffen's Point of View

The air inside the library is colder than I expect, sharp enough to raise the hairs on my arms as I step through the doors. It smells like old paper, dust, and something clean. It is early quiet here. I have not slept, not really, and the lack of rest clings to me like a second skin, heavy and tense.

But sitting around doing nothing? That is worse.

I make my way past the rows of study tables and whispering students until I reach the far corner, where the old geography section is tucked away. The shelves are tall, the lights dimmer here, and no one bothers coming back unless they need something specific.

Good. I need privacy.

I run my fingers over a row of binders until I find the campus archive maps, territorial spreads, printed geography, old pack alliance routes Jensen’s pack donated years ago. My heart thuds hard when I pull them out, two thick atlases and a folded map of the surrounding states. Perfect.

I grab a table by the window, drop everyth
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