His face lost some of its color. “I was never supposed to see that,” he whispered.He rubbed both hands over his face and leaned back against the wall. “Once or maybe twice. People like me weren’t supposed to know it existed. The black stone was as high as most of us ever reached. We received instructions through intermediaries, carried messages, watched borders, gathered information, moved supplies, and reported what we saw. We knew there were people above the ones giving us orders, but we weren’t told who they were.”“And the mark?” I asked.Corvin stared at the document for several seconds before finally answering. “It belonged to them, some people called them the Keepers. I don’t know whether that was their true name. Different groups used different names, and people like me were never important enough to know which one was correct. What I do know is that they were concerned with old bloodlines, old territories, and the prophecy.”I kept my gaze on
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