Genevieve Solant remembers when the air in Hornaby was thicker, heavier with soot from the chimneys that punctuated the skyline. Those were the days her father worked at the Ironworks, his calloused hands bringing life to the city's veins. She remembers the clanging of machinery lulling her to sleep, a symphony unique to Hornaby. Now, the air is cleaner, lighter. The Ironworks have transformed into a museum, commemorating the industry that built Pilegron. Genevieve still walks past them, sometimes pausing to trace the faded outline of a worker's silhouette etched onto the brick façade. It reminds her of her father, his strong back bent over molten metal, forging not just iron but a future for his family. She never worked in the factories like her father. Instead, Genevieve found solace amongst books, her mind hungry for knowledge and stories. She became a librarian at the Hornaby Public Library, a sanctuary nestled within the bustling borough. There, surrounded by towering shelves filled with untold adventures and whispered histories, Genevieve nurtured young minds, guiding them through the labyrinthine world of words. She believes in the power of stories to bridge divides, to ignite imaginations, and to connect generations. In her quiet corner of Hornaby, Genevieve continues to build bridges, one book at a time.