Eira’s POV
Art tears the page out of his notebook. The sound is sharp in the quiet building. He folds it once, slips it into his jacket pocket, and doesn't say a word.
I watch him from the pile of old curtains I laid on. Art doesn't hide information. He documents it. He shares it. The fact that he just pocketed a message from an unseen force makes me think about it.
Before I can ask him what it said, a sound vibrates through the floorboards.
A bell.
Low, muffled, but unmistakable. It’s not coming from the streets above. It’s coming from beneath us.
With the bell sounding from below us, nobody goes back to sleep.
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Early the next morning, we all pack in silence. Art takes the lead, but not in the way he usually does. He checks every shadowed corner of the library before w
