When he crossed into the Vale, Cadrel didn't speak. Which wasn't saying much--he remained silent ever since the Chateau. He thought they would question him, but they just let him be.
As they passed into the shifting fog of the Vale's memory-field, he already knew words weren't needed.
The place itself knew what he carried, and the weight of it on his heart.
Suddenly, Cadrel found himself alone in a tunnel, heartbeat loud in his ears. He tried to get his bearings. Wet stone, a faint scent of rust, and chalk marks were drawn all over the walls.
He blinked.
No...not this.
The torches flickered.
Then the bell rang.
Once.
Twice.
Echoing forever.
All of Carrel's strength left him, and he fell to his knees as the memory took hold.
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It was supposed to be a simple mission.
Given to them directly from Prince Alexander--just after he escaped his brother's betrayal. They had contacted a royal courier who wanted Mayor Gray put in his place.
