Omega (Book 1)
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“Do you remember where it is? Harold whispered.
“Shhh!” Trisha replied, turning back to look at him. Then in a voice softer than Harold's she replied, “Yes, I do. Please don't make a noise. Text me if there's anything you want to say. My phone's on vibration.” She paused before contemplating what to say next and in those couple of seconds, three short, manly grumbles quaked through the benighted atmosphere, “And so should yours, too.”
They continued wriggling their way through the dusty shelves then at last, Trisha stopped in front of a shelf, stood upright; to her full height—Wilkes and Harold doing the same, too, and pulled out a book that looked like it'll powderize at the slightest touc