Elara flipped to the index. There, under V, Venn, Elara , was a list: The Drowned Library of Sarnath (p. 42), The Gravity of Lost Things (p. 103), The Theory of Narrative Weather (p. 200). She turned to page 200. It was blank—but as she watched, words began to bleed onto the page like ink rising from water. They described a weather system powered by the regrets of fictional characters.
“What is this?” she breathed.
The woman unlocked the dome. “Go ahead. Open it.”







