If the Society’s library was like a temple, its war room was something else entirely. Sam had only ventured inside once before, when she’d located a rare tablet on trolls, which Mr. Wright had requested for an expedition he was leading into a remote forest in Norway, and she hadn’t been allowed to linger. Even on the very morning she left for Paris, Sam felt like an imposter, as if the room itself might smell the books on her and refuse her passage.
