Logan spent the following three days buried in the palace archives, pulling every surviving record that mentioned the Northern Realm, Bloodmoon, or his father's name, searching for whatever truth Garrick's final message had promised him.
"You have not slept properly since his letter arrived," Kira said, finding him hunched over yet another stack of brittle documents well past midnight on the third evening.
"I cannot rest until I understand what he meant," Logan said, not looking up from the page he was examining. "Why trust me with a truth this significant, Kira, unless it genuinely matters?"
"Because manipulation often matters precisely because it is believed," Kira said, pulling a chair close and sitting across from him with evident concern. "Logan, consider carefully what Garrick acc
