Corvina grabbed the messenger's collar so fast the man nearly fell backward.
"The Old Choir," Corvina said, voice tight. "Say that name again."
"That's what's written on the chamber wall," the messenger said, startled. "Old script, but our scholars managed to read it clearly enough."
Kane stepped closer. "You know that name."
Corvina released the messenger slowly, her face pale despite the late hour. "I've heard it once before. Whispered, warned against, never explained. My organization's oldest records mention it only in passing, always followed by instructions never to seek it out."
"Warned against by who," Talyn said.
"I don't know," Corvina admitted. "The warnings themselves never gave a reason. Just insistence that some doors are better left closed."
Kane looked at the messenge
