XXXVI
Dark opened his eyes as the lights came on. He had fallen asleep. How long had it been?
The leftover meat in his bucket had lost its fresh scent, and his internal clock told him it must be night. A few windows in the high ceiling confirmed it.
He stood and stretched.
Miri was in front of the cage.
“They’ve been treating you well, I hope,” she said.
“That depends on your definition of ‘well.’”
Miri pulled up a metal folding chair and sat down.
“No paper to take notes this time?” Dark asked.
“I need to know something,” she said.
He remembered their pact. “Ah, you’ve come to the Library of Dark…”
“The Ancestral Bogs are thousands of years old,” Miri said. “Aside from your tomb, what other magical items are there?”
Dark recalled the photos he’d seen of the devastation. She mu
