Miraya summoned us to the Temple at first light, her expression carrying the particular tightness of someone who'd found confirmation of a fear rather than reassurance against one.
"Sister Wren's replacement," she said without preamble, leading us through corridors toward the dovecotes at the Temple's northern edge. "I sent Brother Aldwin to quietly verify her credentials against the Order's records in the capital archive. There's no Sister Wren in any northern province's registry. The woman who requested reassignment three weeks ago and the woman who's been training our ceremonial doves for the past three weeks are not, as far as I can determine, the same person who originally held the position."
"You're certain?" Darius asked.
