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Previously

…But Eliza did not stop. She climbed the ladder, her heart pounding, the brass key clutched in her fist. Above her, she saw a square of moonlight—a trapdoor leading to the roof. She pushed it open and pulled herself out into the cool night air. Below, the watcher’s footsteps echoed in the tower room. They had only moments. “The fountain,” Eliza gasped. “We have to get to the fountain before he catches us.” But the tower was locked from the inside, and the only way down was through the ladder—and the watcher.