After breakfast, I went to the library to calm myself. I wasn’t sure if I had given Ezra enough time to collect what I needed, but I needed to keep moving.
The packhouse was dark and quiet, and I moved through the shadows like a wraith.
But in the library, a blazing fire was lit, and I smiled; Ezra had done that.
I reached for the book. Inside was a small pouch alongside a note.
Ingested. Takes an hour. Everything is set for three hours from now.
I made my way to the hall where the older offices were. They were eerily silent. I took what I needed, wrapping it carefully and hoping they didn’t expire. Either way, I would be back to finish the job.
I wandered into the kitchen; it was bright and loud compared to the sleepiness of the rest of the packhouse. I stayed in a corner, picking
