The Historian's Deception.

Previously

…She closed the book, the heavy cover thudding against the desk. The scent of old paper suddenly felt less comforting, more like the musty air of a tomb, holding secrets that refused to stay buried. Anya looked out of her window, the city lights twinkling like distant, indifferent stars. The truth, she realized, was a far more dangerous quarry than she had anticipated. And Professor Finch, the architect of this elaborate historical lie, was not someone who would yield his carefully constructed edifice without a fight. The whispers of doubt had coalesced into a clear, undeniable roar. The investigation had truly begun.