They settled in the Cogs, the subterranean district where the laborers lived amongst the heat of the city's underbelly. Here, the air was thick with the smell of cheap oil and despair.
"We need a contact," Kaelen said, spread-eagled on a moth-eaten rug in their rented room. "Silas has moved the High Council to accelerate the 'Great Hunt.' If we don't find the Archive first, he'll find a way to bypass the Scorched Earth protocol I set at the Nest."
Lyra was sharpening her glass blade. "And how do we find an Archive that hasn't been seen in a thousand years?"
"We find the man who's been looking for it for eighty," Kaelen said, pointing to a name in Vane's journal: The Watchmaker.