Zion watched Tharionson carefully. "My Prince, we need the contents of Article Seven."
"I know," Tharionson said. "Everything turns on it. The first Crescent woman's execution, Serah's case, the missing records, these deaths. Whatever was buried there is not dead. Mother said as much."
They returned to the shelves with renewed urgency, searching not for clean copies now, but for fragments. Obsolete summaries. Clerk notations. Drafts. Transfer records. Legal commentaries. Internal disputes. Anything that had not been important enough to erase or had been hidden under a title too dull for whoever altered the main records to find.
Hours passed in the archive chamber.
