Ember Academy
"Quickly, before the second watch passes."
Inside, the library smelled of old paper and dust and something faintly like smoke, ancient and settled deep into the stone itself. Shelves rose three stories high around a central spiral stair, and Oren moved through the dark with the ease of someone who'd walked this path many times before, pulling Sera along by the sleeve past sections marked with old iron plaques, House Histories, Elemental Theory, The Founder's Age.