Whispers of the Ancients

Previously

…As Anya rose to leave, the rain outside had intensified, drumming a furious rhythm against the glass. Corbin watched her go, a small, brave figure disappearing into the downpour. He was left with the taste of stale coffee, the unsettling coolness of the tablet still lingering on his fingertips, and the growing certainty that Dr. Evelyn Reed’s death was just the first tremor of an earthquake that was about to shake the foundations of everything they thought they knew. The whispers of the ancients were growing louder, and he was now caught in their storm.