CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR
Oliver still couldn’t quite believe he’d been in the presence of Sir Isaac Newton. But he also knew he had to focus and find the mysterious shrouded school.
He held up the spyglass, peering into the direction he’d originally seen the light on the horizon. It was still there, a burst of aquamarine rays.
“It’s that way,” Oliver said, pointing.
He, Esther, and Ralph headed into the busy streets.
It was just starting to rain as they began to walk the narrow cobbled streets of 1690s London. It was extremely noisy and the air was thick with the smell of garbage, smoldering metal, horse manure and urine. Oliver could hardly believe that over a third of the population had recently perished, considering how overcrowded the city still was. It must have been even worse before
