Chapter 20 The Unspoken Archive

The Thornwick Foundation's eastern wing was quieter than usual.

Spring rains had settled over Velbridge, leaving the air damp with new green and old dust. In the lower floors of the Hall, the scent of books and stone mingled with that faint, iron tinged stillness that came just before a storm.

Calla Vern had grown up in that quiet.

She moved lik