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

What kind of "unspoken" secrets are kept on these shelves? She threw on her yellow slicker and headed

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.” Not a building, but a sticking out of

Find out exactly what her grandfather was trying to hide from the rest of the town.

She knelt in the dirt, her fingers trembling as she cleared away the muck. There, hidden under a stone lip, was a keyhole. She slid the brass key in. It didn't just turn; it hummed .