Chapter 5: Dorian Crest's Name in the Rubble

The museum had twelve floors of silence and three of rubble.

After Lyra closed her notebook and Ash stopped writing and everyone agreed, with the particular exhausted efficiency of people who have no better options, that the preliminary plan for D.C. would be built from whatever resources they could scrape together before nightfall, they split into search teams and went looking for those resources in the bones of one of the most picked-over buildings in ruined Manhattan.

Ash took the east wing.