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"Those are the official library copies They were all donated by our central press at the sa theh them… they were all the same There wasn’t a hollowed out part with a treasureAnd they hat I wrote"
Sarah should know if they hat she wrote, but there was a questioning note in her voice thatover at the books like theyon
"So what you’re saying," ca voice, "is that someone risked all that security, and wasted all that power, to sle out a book that anyone can just come in here and read on their own"
"Now you see why I contacted Cyntaf," Sarah said "I don’t lose one of htly, and everyone knows that For so so co about the Red and the White…"
"It has to be uncoar up one of the reot ourselves so myself into the chair next to me Anyan picked up another copy, as did Blondie and Sarah
Without another word, we all started reading
CHAPTER SIX
There’s nothing here we don’t already know," Anyan said, tossing his book on the table "It’s the sahest, then back at the book Unlike Anyan, I was fascinated by what I was reading I still knew so little about the supernatural world To find all of this information laid out in this easily accessible narrative eso the history," Blondie said to me, softly, "But I’d skip to about chapter thirty-five That’s where all the newish stuff is"
"H on what happens after chapter thirty-five," Blondie said, this time louder, to address the whole table "That’s the most recent part Theyone of the older ones Let’s assume the information they want is in a new section, written after the last hard bound one, over there, and work backward if we don’t find anything"
I dutifully flipped forward, hoping I could take the whole book with me e left, and even Anyan picked up his own copy and went to the relevant section
We all read in silence, for about another twenty uys are still the bad guys, and we still beat the and Alfar power Same old story"
The frown that had appeared on rew deeper as Anyan articulated as bothering ht Blondie told us the story With the slurrying, and her as the champion She’s not Alfar"
Blondie chuckled "Yes, well, history is written by the winners, and the Alfar, for all intents and purposes, are always the winners They couldn’t have so, now could they?"
"So they lie?" I asked
"Yup," Blondie replied
"What do they say?"
"Oh, I’m still in it And I wield the labrys, and it inal, in their version They never say exactly what I am, but they i story--average person turned hero, arreatest evil They just lie about where the power of the labrys cos that had been bothering me fell into place "That’s why Anyan knows about the Red and the White, but he didn’t know Blondie destroyed thehest He nodded
"But they call you Cyntaf, here," I said to Blondie "Do they know you’re an Original?"
"Soured it out Those whom I know really well But most don’t think about it They think all Cyntaf h for theot the ax?"
Blondie snorted "There’s no mention of the creature, at all Instead, I’ot together in a ghostly cabal and grantedfavor"