[The far corner of the room - the one the door swings open to block from view - is dominated by a floor-to-ceiling bookshelf. Erika is backed into it. She is small and thin, with bony wrists and elbows and long dark hair, and wearing a soft yellow nightgown in the middle of the day. She is also very still, statuelike, as the door clicks shut and as Bryn turns.
There is an encyclopedia-thick book in her hands. The moment their eyes meet, she hurls it, with startling force and accuracy.]
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There is an encyclopedia-thick book in her hands. The moment their eyes meet, she hurls it, with startling force and accuracy.]