The Crown Of Ash and Silver
Then, “Enter.”
Elias slipped inside, closing the door behind him. His coat was dusted with parchment fibers, and a faint ink stain marked his wrist. “You didn’t come to the library,” he said quietly. “I thought you would.”
“I didn’t want to be seen.”
“Half the court is asleep. The other half is pretending to be,” he said, moving closer. “I found something you need to see.”
He laid a worn book on her desk, its binding cracked and its pages brittle. The title was faded, but she could make out a single word: Equinox.