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Tempest and I quickly reach the Library floor. The layout mirrors the upper levels: books, rolling ladders, and walkways. A large globe sits in the center of the wood floor. The thing is massive and the air around it feels charged with magic.
“If you were going to hide a seedpod on the library floor, where would you put it?”
Tempest hitches his thumb toward the globe.
“Yeah.” My chest tightens with worry. “So would I.”
“Come on, luv.” Tempest takes my hand and together, we walk up to the globe. It’s covered in a metal casing that’s painted to look like Earth. I tilt my head to one side, wondering. I don’t sense any Firmament energy coming from this thing at all.
I reach forward, pause, and turn to Tempest. “What do you think?”
“Be careful. Move slowly.”
“Right.”
Reaching forwar
