Tarric Vethrin | Fantasy Short Story
You find yourself in a forward archive of the Golden Dawn, the not-so-secret secret espionage order of Elyndor.
Anyone seeking information—or wishing someone gone—contacts the Golden Dawn.
They contact you.
This small, dusty archive is dark, the air so thick with dust that breathing feels difficult. By the faint glow of your candles, you make out shelves and tables piled with books and parchment. Countless reports and records are stored here—hundreds, perhaps thousands of spies must be responsible for them.
And now, you are part of it.
One of these records catches your eye, and you take a closer look…