BAD-018
Barista: Zach Black
Date: Jan-11-2020
Receipt: BAD-018
Subject: Omens
We found it.
Not some half-collapsed pile of stones in the wrong damn field. Not whatever sad excuse for a pit the House of Horus has been circling like buzzards. No. We found the barrow. The one that matters.
The True Barrow.
Buried deep. Tucked away where no one was meant to look—where no one could have looked. No map, no whispers, no old locals warning travelers to stay clear—just silence. Like the land swallowed it whole. Wiped it clean from memory. No one could have found this place. Not really. Not until now. We’re standing on the edge of something new. An undiscovered frontier. A world entirely other.
When Julia reached out, touched the hound—the ground remembered.
The earth settled. The mist peeled back. The shadows unraveled. And there it was—solid. Untouched. Waiting.
Whatever gift Lucy left Julia—it’s astonishing. Blinding. It’s light that cuts. Through veils. Through secrets. Through things lost to legend. I don’t know why Lucy had that kind of light—not the right person to ask. But whatever it is? It’s powerful.
Meanwhile, the House of Horus? Digging in the wrong place. Their best minds are digging up a decoy.Even if they ever get their act together, even if they dig up something—it won’t be this. It won’t be what’s real. It’ll probably be a few corpses, sure. An international headache? No doubt. Maybe even a run-in with Sir Alister Redwood—if not Higgins himself. The old man’s got a taste for the bitter stuff. Or so I’ve heard.
Which means, for now, we’ve got a head start.
Best make the most of it. Because Greed? Greed never waits.