Chapter 21:Traces in Stone Next morning, the air felt heavier still - crisp, quiet, almost ceremonial. Elara arrived early, walking slowly along the outer colonnade where foundation stones were exposed low to ground. Now that she could "read" Blackwood's hidden language, she looked not just at walls, but into them - joints, carvings, wear patterns, lines that ran straight regardless of later additions or repairs. Near the corner where West Wing met the oldest central block, she paused. Half‑hidden by thick ivy and worn smooth by weather, deeper symbols were cut into the granite itself - larger, clearer, older than anything inside classrooms or halls. Circles intersecting, a central vertical line, and short arrow‑marks pointing downward and inward. Exactly matching the diagram fragments D

