#Chapter 151: Mooncut

Richard The envelope was unmarked, which was typical for Liora. She never labeled anything sensitive, never gave anything away with the exterior. She handed it to me without ceremony, her mouth set in a line and her knuckles white around the folder until I pried it from her fingers. "Don’t read it here," she said, voice low but clear. "It’s not just confirmation. It’s placement, sequence, symbol lineage. It’s all there." "And the girl?" Liora hesitated, just for a beat, and then said, "There was only ever one heir pendant made. The other Mooncut locket was forged later. This one matches the archived impression from the Queen’s vault." I didn’t thank her or nod. I just turned and left, walking the length of the hall with the envelope pressed tight in my grip. The edge of the folder bit into my palm, drawing blood before I noticed. By the time I reached my office, my hand was red. I sat down and opened it slowly, not because I was scared of what was inside, but because it fel