ga

ed about it

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ested I get

he' d said, looking me over

othing.

storm wa

s, my father' s words, Leo' s adoratio

ye

stolen

nted me to smil

d my mother

egis too, a long tim

w that much. She became quiet

I was just a teenager, be

ere cr

sible situation, remember The Seraphina Proto

then as the rambli

hatch? F

choed with a new

e situation.

l? A hidden cac

eticulous, secr

hidden compartments. Her book

phy, the art of beauti

ind books, to create secret

n one of her books? In one of the f

her handcrafted journa

ht I was doc

exterior and as

calculations happe

s archivist in me re-emergi

Eleanor?" Marcus asked one evening,

my voice carefully neutral.

isfied. "Good.

what was trul

lready searching for m

ould be th

t also