Bramwell's POV
We arrived at the confluence two days early, pushing the horses hard.
Corvan was waiting at the bridge with the expression I was beginning to recognize as his working face — not the uncertain young man who had arrived asking whether he was like his mother, but someone who had spent two years learning to hold difficult information steadily.
"Tell me everything," I said.
He told us.
Lyssa's investigative reports — the detailed methodology documents, the node membership lists as they were being compiled, the schedule for approaching Ellina — had been accessed from the oversight body's communication archive by someone using an authorized set of credentials.
"Whose credentials?" Lenora said.
"That's the problem," Corvan said. "The access was made using a shared administrat
