Annie and I were going through, and Tia wanted to come with us. Ace shook his head and rested his wooden cudgel in the crook of his shoulder. “Going back to town,” he said. “Going to find out who burned down the bar and have... words with them.” Tia gave him a brief hug and a quick kiss on the cheek. Ace inclined his head to Annie, gave me a long, hard stare, and then disappeared into the night. Sheathing my sword and Myth, I was the first to step through the portal and into the library. Annie and Tia followed, our shoes trailing mud and grass from one world onto the clean marble floors of another. Thankfully, there didn’t seem to be anyone about—none of the many scribes, librarians, and caretakers I knew maintained this impressive catalogue of Forgetful tomes. The Forgetful Library was a large place with thousands of miles of shelves. I could probably walk through one section all day long and never encounter another human being. “So this is in Ascension City?” Annie asked.
