Chapter 37
The Time Shaman
CalliyaSeveral Months After the Exorcism
Staying indoors was the worst, and it never got any easier. The air always felt so trapped like it was stuck in a coffin. It never shut up about it, either, which made concentrating fun.
I shuffled some papers around and plopped down onto the office floor. Nor was out getting an insignia sewn onto eir robes, and Guardian knew where Luiz was. That left me stuck here, alone with all of the case files. Musty, crinkly, messy, and boring.
I flipped a page. Gregory Tumskin, grave robbing, suspected necromancy. I turned to another. Lucinda Davies, kidnapping for ransom, three shopkeepers dead. I slapped the papers back onto the floor.
This was way too depressing. I got up to open a window in hopes the air would simmer down,
