Catelynn

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.

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

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.” She threw on her yellow slicker and headed