The heavy incense of the interrogation wing lingered in Liam’s nostrils as he stepped out into the corridor, Gary following a respectful two paces behind. The task of extracting information was technically complete, yet the clarity Liam sought remained tantalizingly out of reach. He leaned his back against the cold, damp limestone wall, his brow furrowed as he began to meticulously comb through the mental archives of the original novel.
Seven days ago, Silas had passed through Back Hill Village. He had dispatched a pig demon that was terrorizing the locals. This aligned perfectly with the narrative. In the book, Silas was supposed to overhear news of Liam’s impending wedding to Elena from the local constables and then rush to the capital to stop the ceremony.
But the script had fracture
