Unholy Hunger
Not natural cold the specific quality of cold that had been maintained by something other than weather for a very long time, with an intention behind it that pressed against the skin in a way that made the mind want to go elsewhere.
The burning in his chest flared in response.
He gritted his teeth and followed her in.
The archive was a single room, lower-ceilinged than expected, every surface covered in shelves that held clay tablets and rolled vellum and stone-bound books and things he didn't have names for. The lantern light turned everything amber and shadow.
Seren moved with the confidence of someone who had been here many times, scanning the shelves with focused efficiency, and he staye