Chapitre 227: Dusty Pages

I placed the notebook back on the desk with a sigh. Nothing, I could find absolutely nothing in here. In this entire library, there wasn't a single string of words that spoke of what the 'price that must be paid' was. My predecessor hadn't left a single clue behind.

Then again, he probably didn't expect to die. I sat on a chair and fiddled with an empty piece of paper. I wondered, when had the Keeper passed away? Was it soon after that memory, due to the price he paid, or was it unrelated to that?

Why had Dorith's soul chosen to show me that particular moment? Did it mean something? Was I supposed to discover something?

I shook my head. I was reading too deeply into it. Dorith's soul was just that, a soul. He wasn't even conscious enough to speak to me, unlike the soul of Rhia, Delthur's sister.