Daeveen's irritation was palpable. "This is a waste of time. I'll bring in the next suspect."
As their voices faded, my consciousness slipped away, the sensation of being a spirit gradually giving way to the encroaching darkness. Daeveen's grumbling was the last thing I heard before everything went black, leaving me suspended in the void of uncertainty and dread.
I was jolted awake by a loud, abrupt shout. "Sir, your destination has arrived!"
My eyes snapped open, my head heavy, leaning against the carriage's seat. I emerged, disoriented, from the carriage and found myself at the library entrance. I handed the driver five silver pieces, his gruff acknowledgment barely registering in my foggy mind before he drove off.
