The door creaked open. Malcolm cocked his head curiously. “Gabe? Didn’t expect to see you here.” “We have some questions,” Lore said, trying not to sound as out of breath as she felt. “Questions that will probably involve a lot of religious theory and other technically heretical pursuits,” Gabe grumbled. The head librarian grinned. “Then you, my friends, have come to the right place.”
