Almost as if he was invisible, Brenn slipped between the shadowy pillars of the darkened hall. As he ascended the winding steps, his footsteps seemed soundless.
As he reached the wide moonlit landing, the girl suddenly turned round and faced him. The hood of her dove grey cloak slipped back. It was the girl they called Ellen.
“Don’t!” she said.
“Don’t what?”
“Don’t follow me!”
“You’re going to the Old Library,” Brenn said accusingly. “You know the books there are forbidden.”
She smiled slowly. “But you won’t tell though, will you, Brenn?” she said. “Because you’ve been searching for it too, haven’t you?”
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