I squinted my eyes at the candles, marveling at their tiny blue flames, wondering how exactly whoever had lit them had accomplished such a thing. At that very moment, a tingling feeling crept up my spine, telling me that the other Teuton in these murky archives had noticed my presence. My spirit froze, my robes shifting into a ghostly white in reaction to my uneasiness. I lowered my head, taking my eyes off of those intriguing blue flames, and turned myself with exaggerated care toward a shadowy corner of the room, furthest from the exit. And there, standing behind an ornate desk laden with papers and inkwells, a blue-flamed candlestick set atop it, stood a tall, sinister man wearing the garb of the Teuton priest. His long hair was as black as his robes, his irises a boiling blue that matc
