Catelynn -

Is she truly alone down there, or is there a Librarian waiting?

Find out exactly what her grandfather was trying to hide from the rest of the town.

She threw on her yellow slicker and headed toward the edge of the woods. The air grew thick and smelled of wet cedar and something metallic—like copper pennies. As she reached the clearing where the library once stood, she saw it. Not a building, but a sticking out of the mud at a sharp angle, barely visible under a tangle of ivy.

With a heavy thud , the ground beneath the archway vibrated. The stone didn't move up—it moved , revealing a spiraling staircase of white marble, bone-dry and lit by flickering lanterns that shouldn't have been burning.

Catelynn took a breath, stepped onto the first stair, and the door above her clicked shut. She wasn't in Oakhaven anymore. She was in the , and she was the first person to hold a library card there in half a century. How should we continue Catelynn's journey? If you'd like, we can:

She knelt in the dirt, her fingers trembling as she cleared away the muck. There, hidden under a stone lip, was a keyhole. She slid the brass key in. It didn't just turn; it hummed .

But it did have a small, hand-etched symbol on the bow: a .