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Until, having landed, she stood once again in a valley, shadowed by towering shelves of dusty spines and faded pages. “Not a reader?” he said after a brief pause. “Oh no, no, I am.” She raked her fingers through her hair. A nervous tick, the old guy creeping her out despite her having been there for less than ten minutes. “But it’s all Kindle. A lot easier that way.” She chuckled. He did not. “But those aren’t books,” he said. “Of course they are.” Raising her head, she caught his eye. Challenged him.

I press my hand to him, trying to get him to stay still. “I can help,” I murmur, fumbling with the heavy book in my lap. He pauses, eyes darting to the old book. His gaze hardens in suspicion but then softens. He recognizes what it is. I flip frantically through the brittle pages. 39… 91… 180… Focus. My fingers finally find the right page and relief washes over me when I spot the illustrations. I place the book next to me and take the bag, searching for the right leaves stuffy stuff. I do not know what. At least the book has pictures in color.

Kwen's POV: I sat on my bed and picked my phone up to check the time. It was about 4:30 in the morning. I sat the phone down and picked the book up. I crossed my legs and laid the book on my lap, gently wiping my hand across the front cover. As if the book knew I was ready to recieve what was inside, it began to glow. I took a deep breath and went to open it to the first page. As I shifted the book to open, it's as if the book had a mind of its own. The pages flipped to mid book. I sat in shock as they kept flipping, until it stopped. I cautiously rested my hands on the pages. They glowed a bright golden color. Slowly, the words went from a golden color and turned a bright red. As soon as I

Eventually she asked. "What is it?" Henri remained silent for a moment. Then tapped one of the notebooks. "Something's missing." The room became still. Because they all trusted Henri's instincts. Especially when it came to details. The old man rarely claimed certainty. When he did, people listened. "What do you mean?" Henri turned several pages. Then several more. Then pointed. "The numbering." Jessica frowned. At first she saw nothing. Then suddenly she did. Page 117. Page 118.

There are a lot of words and a couple of doodles. " This is 20 pages long." I whined. " Kaen did some little drawing here and there to remind him which page is about what without having to read through it again. " Terry gets more comfortable on his chair as he sips his tea. I scan through the first page and I couldn't understand a single word of it. " That's just great...." I bang my head onto his desk hoping the information would magically jump from the pages into my mind and makes sense.

It's possible, right? So, the code has four numbers. 8,9,1, and 0. But...there is no 0 on the page numbers! I opened the book to page 8. I looked at that page and just like the other pages, there seemed to be nothing strange written there. I stared intently at the page and read some sentences on it.

Why rip out only one page? I read the numbers in the corners of the pages on either side, noting that they took page sixty-three. So I turn to the contents page at the start of the book. I skim down the list, until I find it. Song of The Sea Maiden ……………………… p63 The sea maiden. The beach. The dreams. The answers are right in front of me. I just can’t see them yet.

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Inside ledger pages stitched together with a woman’s hand, neat, practical, and uncompromising. Dates. Hours. Wick purchases are listed as “double.” Small coins and large ones. Initials that made my throat hot. S, E, A. A sketch of the lighthouse lens with notes a schoolboy would blush to keep “blue on the fourth turn” and payment promised for keeping it so. Kade drifted nearer, not to crowd, to witness. He didn’t reach for the pages. He doesn’t put his hands on a thing until he knows what it costs. “Any more?” he asked.

Page five is the bomb construction timeline, technical enough that Sage makes a sound when she reads it and starts typing something on her laptop without explanation. I hand each page to Dante as I finish it and work through six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, and then I pick up page twelve and I read it and I read it again and I put it face down on the table. Dante looks at the page face down on the table and then at me. "Kira," he says. "Keep reading," I say, and I gesture at the pages he still has in his hand.