Silver Queen of Lunar Ridge
Chapter 7
The subterranean Lower Tower Vaults were freezing cold.
Down here, far beneath the grand lobbies and pristine hallways of Lunar Ridge Academy, the air smelled of ancient stone, damp earth, and old paper. The walls were made of rough, dark granite that had not seen sunlight in centuries. Long rows of heavy iron shelves stretched into the gloom, packed with iron-bound ledgers, historical records, and sealed magical containers that hummed with a low, faint vibration.
I held the heavy industrial mop tight, my hands stiff from the chill.