Ivy povMara found me just after sunrise. I was helping the healers sort herbs when she walked in holding a thick, dusty book against her chest.

“Ivy,” she said, “I found something you need to see.”

I wiped my hands on my clothes. “What is it? Another spell record?”

“No,” she said. “Something older. Much older.”

She handed me the book. The cover was cracked and dark, and the edges were worn. When I opened it, the pages felt fragile, but the writing inside was clear.

“What ...