Chapter 188

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The next week passed in somewhat of a blur. I spent most mornings by myself in the quiet of the pack archives, crawling through encyclopedias--and in rare cases, translating them from Latin. It was long and tedious work, best done without company. 

My concentration was typically punctuated in the noon hour with the arrival of Perrin, typically sweating with the exertion of running the few miles from the Lodge to spend a portion of his lunch break assisting.

“Why don’t you just get Charlie to bring you here?”

“Faster this way,” he said with a cocky grin. 

And then I set him to work. 

The first day it was largely moving boxes. Marge’s gnarled hands an