In Octarrion, grief is a disease and the cure empties you out.
Kiel Dorn has spent twelve years in the Priory's underground archive being unremarkable: cataloguing books nobody is permitted to read, and hiding the light that moves under his skin.
This morning two of those books are gone. Behind the gap there is a torn page with half a sentence on it, stopped mid-revelation.
Somebody tore the rest out of the world. Somebody left him the piece they missed.
He is going to look for the rest of it.
