Two days had passed since the installation of the Steam Furnace.
Unfortunately, Ezra had run into a problem.
A surprisingly stubborn one.
The library was unusually messy compared to its normal state.
Sheets of paper were scattered across the floor.
Some were covered in notes.
Others contained rough sketches.
Several books lay open in different places, as if they had been abandoned halfway through being read.
In the middle of all the mess, Ezra lay flat on the floor with a blanket beneath him.
His hands rested behind his head while his eyes remained fixed on the ceiling.
His expression was blank, but his mind was not.
Lucy was also inside the library.
Unlike Ezra, she looked perfectly comfortable.
She sat quietly on a nearby chair with a novel resting on her lap, occasionally turning a page whenever she finished reading.
Eventually, she lowered the book.
Her gaze drifted toward Ezra.
For the past hour, he had barely moved.
