Callum checked the access panel.
“No one entered through the main door. The system says the archive was accessed from inside.” He reported.
“That's impossible.” Damon said.
“Apparently, impossibility has become rather common around here.” I muttered.
We approached the staircase.
Halfway down, the silver mark on my wrist flared, and the key grew hot enough that Damon wrapped his fingers around it.
At the bottom, the stone doorway remained sealed. Three fresh impressions had appeared in the dust before it, as though someone had knocked from the other side.
I stared at them.
“Please tell me those weren't there before.” I said.
“They weren't.” Callum said.
Damon examined the doorway, then looked at the key.
“The message called us heirs. Perhaps it means our families were involved i
