She found the stone library down the road from the café. Based on the large display windows, Keira guessed it might have been some kind of retail store before being converted. Now, though, the windows showcased an assortment of well-loved, dog-eared books, plus a handful of fresher offerings that she assumed were new releases. Rusty hinges creaked as she pushed on the door. The atmosphere was cool and dusty, and the lighting was muted despite the massive window. The area didn’t seem large, but what space there was had been crammed with ceiling-height bookcases. The shelves were pressed so
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