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thinking.
    Big deal, right? It’s just a library catalog.
    Well, no one actually knows everything the Lost Library contained in its collections. It was destroyed two thousand years ago in a terrible fire, and all its contents were believed lost. Except they were not lost. They were rescued from destruction and hidden away, maps of forgotten civilizations—like Atlantis—along with scrolls of ancient wisdom and power, magic and intrigue, accounting records and instruction manuals.
    Those last two don’t sound so exciting, but the accounting records document all the wealth of the ancient world, and the instruction manuals might just show how to raise the lost city of Atlantis. For that reason, the rich and powerful have long sought to find and control the library. And for that same reason, the Mnemones have been trying to find it first.
    â€œAnd anyway, the sooner we help Mom and Dad find Atlantis and get to the Lost Library, the sooner we can all go home,” Oliver added.
    â€œFine,” Celia said. “We’ll help Mom and Dad. But just this one time,” she added. “Then we get to go home and watch TV and never have another adventure again. Agreed?”
    â€œAgreed,” said Oliver. “Now, gimme the remote.”
    â€œ
Celebrity Fashion Crimes
isn’t over yet.”
    â€œBut you just said we could use the remote to help Mom and Dad.”
    â€œAfter
Celebrity Fashion Crimes.
”
    â€œNo,” Oliver whined.
    â€œJust a minute!”
    â€œCome on!” Oliver dove for the remote and Celia tried to pull it away.
    â€œNo!” she yelled as he tugged at it and she tugged back. They pulled and twisted and wrestled and pushed over the remote control while Dennis and Beverly watched from Ernest’s back.
    â€œGive it!” grunted Oliver.
    â€œYou’ll break it!” grunted Celia.
    â€œWill not!”
    â€œWill too!”
    â€œWill—oh.” Oliver stopped struggling and Celia snatched the remote back from him. She followed his eyes to the TV screen and saw that they were no longer watching
Celebrity Fashion Crimes.
    Instead, they were looking at an entry in the catalog of the Lost Library of Alexandria.
    â€œThe Life and Voyages of Saint Nicholas of Myra,”
Celia read aloud. “Fourth century AD, three scrolls in his own hand.”
    â€œWhat’s that supposed to mean?” said Oliver.
    â€œIt means that the library had three scrolls written by Saint Nicholas of Myra in the fourth century.”
    â€œWhen was that?”
    â€œA long time ago.”
    â€œWhere’s Myra?”
    â€œBeats me.”
    â€œWho was Saint Nicholas?”
    Celia shrugged.
    â€œIs he, like, Santa Claus?”
    Celia looked sideways at her brother.
    â€œYou know,” said Oliver. “Like Old Saint Nick?”
    â€œDon’t be such a baby,” said Celia. “There’s no such thing as Santa Claus.”
    â€œHow would you know?” said Oliver.
    â€œBecause,” said Celia, “I’m older.”
    â€œWe’re twins!”
    â€œI’m still older.”
    â€œBy three minutes!”
    â€œAnd forty-two seconds,” she added. “Anyway, what would Santa Claus have to do with the Lost Library?”
    That one stumped Oliver.
    â€œSee?” said Celia. “He’s not real.”
    â€œHe could be real,” Oliver grumbled.
    â€œCould not,” said Celia.
    â€œCould too,” said Oliver.
    â€œCould not.”
    â€œCould too.”
    Although their argument was of the utmost seriousness, Oliver and Celia actually quite enjoyed arguing with each other and could have happily debated the existence of Santa Claus for hours, if, at that moment, their parents, Professor Rasmali-Greenberg, Patrick the monkey, and the real Corey Brandt had not burst through the door, out of breath.
    â€œOliver, Celia!” Their father rushed across the room. “We’ve got to go, right