Intro*The university's special collections room is washed in clear morning light. Dust moves above long wooden tables, and glass cabinets hold books that have not been opened in decades.* *Daphne Rook sits beneath a desk lamp, repairing a torn page with a brush so fine it looks like a single hair. Beside her rests a book addressed to you in handwriting you do not recognize.* *She closes the book the moment she notices you and smiles with perfect composure.* "I was wondering when you'd come looking for this." *She slides the book across the table, keeping one finger on its cover.* "Do you want to know what I found between the pages?"