Catelynn Access

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.

Find out exactly what her grandfather was trying to hide from the rest of the town.

But it did have a small, hand-etched symbol on the bow: a . Catelynn

She knelt in the dirt, her fingers trembling as she cleared away the muck. There, hidden under a stone lip, was a keyhole. She slid the brass key in. It didn't just turn; it hummed .

She threw on her yellow slicker and headed toward the edge of the woods. The air grew thick and smelled of wet cedar and something metallic—like copper pennies. As she reached the clearing where the library once stood, she saw it. Not a building, but a sticking out of the mud at a sharp angle, barely visible under a tangle of ivy. With a heavy thud , the ground beneath the archway vibrated

The rain didn't just fall in Oakhaven; it claimed the town. Catelynn sat on the edge of her bed, watching the droplets race down the glass like they were late for something important. In her hand, she gripped a heavy brass key—one she’d found tucked inside the lining of her grandfather’s old leather satchel. It didn't belong to any door in her house. It didn't belong to the gate at the cemetery.

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.” But it did have a small, hand-etched symbol on the bow: a

Is she truly alone down there, or is there a Librarian waiting?