BAD-033
Barista: Kyle Alder
Date: Jan-29-2020
Receipt: BAD-033
Subject: Omens
It’s been two weeks since the Barrow. Two weeks since we found the Corpse—grinning like a damn fool, like he knew we’d show up sooner or later. And two weeks of chasing a key we still haven’t found.
We’ve gone down lead after lead, and every single one has been a bust. Every artifact, every lost relic, every whispered rumor about a key that unlocks something beyond this world? Nothing. Dead ends. Misdirections. A whole lot of nothing.
Julia’s been back to see the Corpse a few times, trying to push him for more. Her mark flares up around him—but it doesn’t touch him. Doesn’t even scratch the chains. Whatever that witch did to bind him, it was strong—strong enough to keep Julia’s influence out. And the Corpse? He just smiles. That same damn smile. Like he knows something we don’t. Like he’s waiting for us to figure it out on our own.
Eoin’s been asking around, seeing if anyone in his circles knows anything. So far? Nothing. And the longer this drags on, the worse it feels. Greed is still moving. Still pressing forward. A few days ago, someone in the Society of Nom de Plume must’ve tipped the House of Horus off that they’ve been digging in the wrong spot. Last Nick heard? They got themselves a guide to the True Barrow. Problem is—they still can’t find their way in. But we don’t have time to keep chasing shadows.
There’s something we’re missing. Some piece of this puzzle we haven’t found the right place for yet. And there’s a chance—one I don’t like—that the House of Horus already has the key. That they’ve been wasting all this time looking for the lock. I hope that’s not the case. I don’t think it is. Because from what little the Corpse has given us? The House of Horus doesn’t use keys.
They’ve been using dynamite.