Catelynn

Catelynn didn't believe in ghost stories, but she did believe in her grandfather. And his last note to her had been simple: “The truth is heavy, Cat. You’ll need the key to lighten the load.”

With a heavy thud , the ground beneath the archway vibrated. The stone didn't move up—it moved , revealing a spiraling staircase of white marble, bone-dry and lit by flickering lanterns that shouldn't have been burning. Catelynn

What kind of "unspoken" secrets are kept on these shelves? Catelynn didn't believe in ghost stories, but she

Catelynn didn't believe in ghost stories, but she did believe in her grandfather. And his last note to her had been simple: “The truth is heavy, Cat. You’ll need the key to lighten the load.”

With a heavy thud , the ground beneath the archway vibrated. The stone didn't move up—it moved , revealing a spiraling staircase of white marble, bone-dry and lit by flickering lanterns that shouldn't have been burning.

What kind of "unspoken" secrets are kept on these shelves?