LUCIAN'S SACRIFICE
He came back on a Thursday.
Not to Silverwood, to the Northern Council offices, where he presented himself to Elder Cavendish's aide at eight in the morning with a sealed document and a formal request for protective testimony status.
Cavendish sent word to us by noon.
I read the message twice.
"He wants to testify," I said.
"Against Ashvale," said Soren, reading over my shoulder. "And against the two suspended council members." He paused. "Apparently he has documentation we don't."
"What kind of documentation?" said Roger.
"Correspondence," I said, reading further. "Between Garrett and the suspended members going back four years. Specific. Detailed." I looked up. "He's been collecting it since he arrived at Silverwood."
The study was quiet.
"He was building a c
