With a single wave of his arm, Edwin emptied the table of broken candles, maps, and books. They fell in an untidy heap to the ground.

Maya blew a shattered lantern's dust away. "It appears to be a haunted library."

Edwin murmured, "It basically is."

I dropped to my knees next to Michael's bed. His chest was shallow and irregular, rising and falling. Compared to when we had carried him in, his skin appeared paler. The gold dust that had adhered to him had turned into lifeless ...