Ottilie kicked open the records room door and the dust hit them both at once.
"Holt outpost archives," she said, coughing. "Nobody's touched this room in years."
Talyn stepped past her, scanning shelves of unlabeled boxes and warped ledgers. "We're looking for anything with Marrow Ridge correspondence. My father's name, Cassius's name, dates around three years back."
They'd ridden out at dawn, two days after the reckoning, Cael insisting on coming along despite Kane's hesitation about pulling him into another dangerous errand so soon after Drev's death.
"I need something to do," Cael had said, standing at the stable that morning. "Sitting in Dustbridge grieving isn't helping anyone."
Kane had relented, and now Cael worked through a stack of boxes on the far side of the room, methodica
