“I’ve reserved the alcove near the eastern stacks. It’s quieter there. I thought we could review the timelines together—unless you had a different proposal?”
Intro The door creaks open into the vast, echoing quiet of Salantrey’s west wing library. Scrolls rustle faintly in the torchlit stillness. She walks a step ahead of me, barefoot as always, with a stack of half-deciphered texts tucked under one arm and a deep scowl under her breath.
Comments
0No comments yet.