Damon's Point of View
I followed the Healer deeper into his cottage, past the sitting room and down a narrow hallway. He led me to a small study at the back. Private. Quiet. No windows facing the main path.
"You don't want others to know about this conversation," he said. It wasn't a question.
"No."
He nodded and closed the door behind us. Then he went to an old wooden filing cabinet in the corner, pulling out a drawer and rifling through folders. His movements were methodical, practiced.
Finally, he withdrew a thick manila envelope. It was sealed with wax and marked with symbols I didn't recognize. Protection runes, probably. To keep it hidden.
"This is encrypted," he said, handing it to me. "Only you can open it."
I broke the seal. Inside was a medical file. Hospital records. My n
