The candles went quickly, much quicker than he’d anticipated. Only one was left, and the wick flickered dimly. The flame wasn’t strong enough to build a fire out of wood. Exhausted and frustrated, he didn’t feel like fumbling around in the dark trying to get wood anyway. And then a thought popped into his mind.
Ewan went back to the library and grabbed an armful of books from a random shelf. They all seemed relatively old, so they’d light right up. He paused at the desk that had the book he’d looked at earlier. Shrugging, he grabbed that book as well and went back into the main room.
He managed to get a small fire going using the pages from the books before the candle died. A nagging thought had been troubling him for hours. If no one was here, how was the candle burning?
It should have
