This Mortal Coil: Part Six

This Mortal Coil

David stays against the far wall, but moves over so he’s facing the door. Through it he can see a long room that reminds him of the old workshop his dad had in the basement of their house—narrow, full of shelves, with a table set against a wall that lacked only a vise to complete the picture. And it is empty: every shelf, every surface. Completely bare.

“The books are gone?”

Artemis nods.

“How?”

“I don’t know,” Artemis says, voice hollow. “It’s… it’s not possible. The wards are in...