A Secretary Affair
There were vials filled with glowing liquids, instruments made of silver and bone, and tapestries hanging on the walls that told the story of the curse woven in golden and black thread—of the twins, of Kael and Elias, of the book, and of the endless cycle of sacrifice that had spanned centuries.
“This place,” the elder said as he walked over to a large table at the center of the room, “was built by the very first guardians. It is where your grandfather stayed during the last years of his life, preparing everything he could for the day you would finally arrive. Here, time moves differently. Outside, a day may pass, but inside these walls, it can stretch into weeks. We will need all the time w