Ethan turned the heavy, iron key in the lock and stepped into the tower room. It didn’t look much different than it had a few weeks before. And it was still as overwhelming. What normally would have taken up a large portion of a decent-sized library was basically thrown into a room not much bigger than a closet. And from what he’d been able to tell, without any order or reason. Books were strewn everywhere, some piled, most haphazardly shoved into the nearest corner. Forced into any remaining space, cracked, rolled parchments stuck out at odd angles, and loose papers littered the room as if the wind had picked them up, only to abandon them a moment later. To make matters worse, everything was covered in a thick layer of dust. The smallest movement sent it flying, saturating the air, and catching the light that streamed through the two small windows.