Ottilie slammed the papers down on the grain store table hard enough to make Reeve flinch.
"Corwin wasn't working alone," Ottilie said. "Someone's continuing his research, actively weakening the seal beneath the chapel, and they've been at it recently. Within the last week."
Kane straightened from where he'd been resting against the wall, exhaustion forgotten instantly. "Show me."
Ottilie spread the papers across the table, and Kane scanned them quickly, recognizing Corwin's cramped handwriting immediately, notes about ley line resonance, about weakening ancient bindings through repeated ritual disturbance.
"This is detailed work," Kane said. "Not something someone improvised after his arrest. This required time, and access to information Corwin gathered before we ever caught him."
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