Good evening, children. It's Granny Maduff, ready with a story.

So make yourselves comfy and I'll begin.

Part 2. The entrance was like a tunnel now. Vines everywhere, just as it was on the outside. Eagle's father lit a small torch, large enough to light the way, but small enough, that it hopefully wouldn't draw any attention if they weren't alone. Forward they went, until they found themselves in a great hall there were books everywhere

but all trapped on the shelves by the vines trees grew through the floor and moss covered the stairs

I remember I've read that there's a place where secrets were kept somewhere below.

Igor and his father searched for a way down.

They cut through vines so thick they thought they would never succeed.

We must hurry, his father said.

Finally, behind a thick wall of ivy, they found a door.

Pushing the leaves aside, they opened it, and down they went. Unlike upstairs, this place was preserved

just as it had always been, and it seemed no one had been there since the last Grasini left, taking

what he could with him before the spiders came. Deep into the earth, they went.

When they reached the landing, it was pitch black.

But the torch lit the way.

Down a hall they went,

finally reaching a room, where the archives were kept.

Start looking, said Igor's father.

No, it is not here, but what will lead us to it is, the boy replied.

The code said, in the well where the water ran dry,

it is only there you will find it. Well, a passage from a book, I do not know it, Igor admitted.

What else did it say?

His father asked.

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