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Chapter One Hundred and Eleven: Nara’s Analysis

Author: Manuel
last update publish date: 2026-08-22 13:12:26

Selene’s POV

I read Nara’s write-up at the kitchen table.

It is fourteen pages.

This is not excessive. This is the right length for what she found, which is not a simple document but a layered one, full of the kind of detail that requires careful unpacking if you want to understand not just what it says but what it means and how old it is and who might have made the notations and why.

She writes the way I imagine she thinks — methodically, building from the observable facts outward toward the i
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