#Chapter 207: The Artifact

Elijah That morning, I made yet another trip to the prison. I’d hoped to never set foot in this place again, because frankly it was cold and uncomfortable and unsettling, but here I was. I just hoped that Olivia would keep true to her word and that this conversation would be worth it—and that it would also be our last. As always, Olivia was waiting for me when I walked into her cell. She looked the same as she had the last few times, although her eyes were red-rimmed and puffy now, likely from crying. “You came,” she said, her fingers fidgeting with the edge of her sleeve. I wasted no time. “You said you had information about unmarking.” Olivia nodded and reached into her pocket to pull out several folded sheets of paper. “I wrote down everything I could remember from the spellbook,” she said, holding them out to me. “It’s not the whole spell, but it’s a start.” Well, color me surprised. She didn’t try to bargain or make small talk before she gave me