Author's pov
Marcel sat at the table, reviewing drafts for the public verdict. He had to get up very early to do this and ensure everything was "top-notch" before it was sent out at midday. It was barely dawn, and the cool morning breeze from the window was pleasant.
He stared at the heading placeholder "Luna" and shook his head. At least, this was a temporary arrangement. A knock broke his focus.
"Come in," he said tersely without looking up.
The door opened, and Arun stepped in, holding a small, worn notebook. His expression was serious as he approached Marcel.
"Something was discovered near the site where Christina was found," he began, placing the book on the desk. It was found under a boulder."
Marcel's eyes flicked to the item. It looked old and unremarkable, certainly not some
