Nyx put two sketches on the table. I recognized the wrong one.
"The west stair doesn't lead behind the blessing platform," I said.
She left her hand on the second sheet.
"It didn't lead there in the arrangement you remember."
I looked up.
"What changed?"
"Come and see."
She had brought the festival service discrepancy after checking the worker's account. A man had used Tavin's number while Tavin was elsewhere repairing a lamp frame. The ordinary delivery had been approved. A later permission to return alone had been added without authority.
The original papers were with academy security. Nobody needed me to pocket them, interpret a seal by instinct or announce a conspiracy in the dining hall.
I still wanted the stair to be where I remembered it.
