Miles shoved the parchment into Sebastian's hand, thoroughly put out, arms crossed.
But his eyes stayed locked on Sebastian's face, waiting to see how he'd react.
Sebastian ran his fingers slowly over the fragment.
Barely a third of it remained, the torn edges making it clear this was the lower portion of something larger.
What caught his eye first was the corner of a building rendered in even, deliberate ink strokes, the linework impossibly smooth.
Every brick, every stone, looked handcrafted with an almost obsessive precision the kind of detail that pulled the eye in and refused to let go.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
Sebastian's heart pounded harder by the second, something surreal settling over him holding, finally, the exact thing he'd spent years turning over in his mind.
His fingers
