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“Where’d you two sneak off to?” David asks as Austin and I sit down at the conference table. “The old blue house near the packhouse,” I tell him with a smile, sitting between the two of them. “What on earth for? It’s a hazard.” “It’s not that bad,” Austin tells him, pulling out the papers from his earlier calculations. “Completely repairable. It would take a few weeks, maybe one, if we really work on it, but not bad.” David looks over the papers and frowns, looking back and forth between the two of us. “What’s going on?” “I, umm.. I want to turn it into a library for the pack,” I tell him, unsure of his response. He smiles, looking back down at the paper, but his smile falters. “That’s just the repairs on the building and some bookshelves to be built in,” I tell him, pulling out