CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Standing beside the glass barrier, Oliver peered down into the belly of the School for Seers. The sight was astounding.
It went down at least forty floors and looked like a sprawling, modern university. Spanning the gap of the central atrium were a series of crisscrossing walkways and upon them walked students, with books in their arms and grins on their faces. There were so many of them. So many kids just like Oliver himself.
He watched, wide-eyed, as all the students rushed around, hurrying to their next classes. They seemed to be moving very fast, as if someone had sped them up. Oliver suddenly realized that all the walkways were conveyor belts.
As soon as people disappeared through the doors coming off the walkways, another door would open and a whole new load of st
