Where the Avenue Ends in Fire

Previously

…Anya stumbled out of the library, gasping for air, the small metal box clutched tightly in her hand. The night sky was illuminated by the inferno, the once-tranquil library now a roaring pyre. Firefighters were beginning to arrive, their sirens wailing a mournful song. Anya looked at the box, her hands still trembling from the heat and the shock. She knew, with a chilling certainty, that the truth of her mother’s disappearance, and Eleanor Vance’s fate, lay within. The avenue, she realized, had indeed ended in fire, but for Anya, it was only the beginning of her own fiery path to the truth.