Bram reached into his worn coat, withdrawing something small and carefully preserved, holding it out toward Logan with evident weight behind the gesture.
"I recovered this from the battlefield," he said quietly, "weeks after the destruction, once I finally felt safe enough to return briefly and search for anything that might eventually prove useful toward understanding what had actually occurred."
Logan took the object carefully, examining it in the lamplight now. A small medallion, tarnished with age but still clearly displaying the same three interlocking circles Bram had described earlier, rendered in careful, deliberate silverwork.
"This belonged to the commander you witnessed," Logan said slowly, understanding settling over him now.
"I found it near the position where I last obser
