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I said, quieter this time. That evening, after dinner and more leftovers than I could realistically eat, I went back to my apartment, dropped my bag by the couch, and collapsed onto my bed without bothering to unpack. My phone buzzed almost immediately. Ava. “Don’t forget.” Another message followed. “Community Library. Tomorrow. 8:00 a.m.” I laughed under my breath and typed back. “I still have absolutely no idea what I’m volunteering for.” The typing dots appeared almost instantly. “Exactly.”

POV: Sienna Rhodes The New York Public Library's special collections division closes at six on weekdays, which means I have been here since nine this morning and I have been given nine hours to find what I am looking for, which is either enough or not enough depending on whether what I am looking for wants to be found. I am looking for Helena Moreau Sterling. Not the person. The record of the practice.