"Is there anything in particular I can help you find?"

Clara tried to keep up with the librarian as she led the way to library's "Of Local Interest" section.

"Anything with local history would be great," Clara said.

The building seemed to be divided into two unequal parts – the front and side of the library housed new releases, the children's section, audio books, CDs, DVDs, and the bulk of fiction. The walls were made of a dark, knotty wood.

The rear of the library held reference and other non-fiction. That area seemed to be an extension of the original building, with painted drywall instead of wood. Clara could see the seam between the two sections as they passed the side wall. The wall itself was slightly uneven with the variation in angle masked by a large wooden beam. "Clever architect," she thought.

"Well," the librarian said, "if you mean the whole south shore region, you'll find plenty of books on that."

"That should work," Clara said. "But what about books on the island specifically?"

The librarian led the way through a small arched doorway. The lighting was dimmer in the back area, and the whole section smelled musty. She kept moving toward the rear of the building.

"There are a few older reference guides and some newer self-published books that might cover what you need," she said. "Other than that, you may want to check out the bound newspaper collection. I think it goes back to the forties or maybe even earlier."

Clara nodded and said, "Okay. I'll just start here and work toward the older material if I can't find what I'm looking for."

The librarian finally stopped walking at what must have been the furthest corner of the building from the front entrance. Clara went a few feet further.

"Come get me if you need to," the librarian said. She turned around and started back the way she came.

"I will," Clara called after her, though she was already out of view.

There was no obvious starting point to the reference books, so Clara edged down the shelf that covered the rear wall and scouted out the oldest-looking spines. She found books on historical gardens, fire brigades, a record of local tea parties, a photographic overview of the development of the shore line – even subjects she didn't know existed, like a book on cats that traced their breeding history throughout the Jersey shore region.

But nothing about the Breach Point Castle or the pier. Clara didn't want to explain too much about her search to the librarian. She still couldn't dismiss the idea that something strange had been going on, and that it was connected to the town's history. She didn't have any proof she could point to, but she had a feeling – and she decided not to let that feeling get diminished by overanalyzing it the way she usually did.

As her finger grazed the spines before her, it landed on a book with the title "A History of Breach Point" laid out in a modern typeface. Clara was surprised at first to see that there were three new-looking copies on the shelf – until she realized that the other two were actually for neighboring towns Sewardsville and Trepain Light. The publisher only put out local history books, each looking identical except for the name of the town. The technique worked, though – Clara pulled out the Breach Point book and flipped it open.

It may have been that the photo section was bound with nicer paper than the newsprint in the rest of the book – or so she told herself – but Clara opened right to a double-page spread of the Breach Point pier circa 1979. And there stood the Castle. It was a relief to actually see the structure in print. Evidence.

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