Chapter 45: The Search for the Guide, V
The journal didn't answer.
I tried again the next morning, hoping for something—confirmation, warning, direction. But the page remained silent. I stared at the blank sheet until the candle beside me guttered out. The ink from the last message had already faded to gray.
Whatever force had spoken to me, it wasn't mine to summon.
By the time Konrad and Clara stirred, the sun was barely warming the frost on the windows. We moved quietly, each of us still weighed down by what we hadn't said out loud.
We sat at the table. I opened my journal again—not to write, but just to look.
"I think he's already remembering," I said. "Just not all at once."
"So what do we do?" Clara asked. "Wait?"
Konrad shook his head. "Waiting gives our enemy time."
I closed the journal.
"We need to bring it to the surface," I said. "All of it. Whatever he's still holding back."
Clara hesitated. "And how do you plan to do that?"