(Isla)
Neither of us said much as we walked. We'd already talked through everything we knew. Now there was nothing left to do except see whether the journals knew more than we did. I hoped they did.
Caius led the way inside and closed the door behind us. For a moment, neither of us moved. The room seemed even quieter than usual, as though it understood why we'd come back. It was an odd thought, but I couldn't get rid of it.
"I don't even know where to begin," I admitted.
"We'll begin where we always do," Caius said. "One page at a time."
Caius crossed to one of the shelves and rested his hand against a row of worn journals.
"We've searched a lot of these already," I said.
"We have," he replied. "But this library holds generations of records. We've barely scratched the surface."
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