sevenThe wizards convened in a tiny room underground, the one they considered most impenetrable, because Callum Galbraith could apparently walk through walls. Maybe bedrock would give him pause. If not, then maybe the thick, tightly-woven layer of spells they had hurriedly thrown up.
Upstairs were thirty stiffening corpses beneath thirty white sheets, thirty unquiet spirits keeping guard in mute ranks. Either they wouldn’t or they couldn’t tell what had happened to them. They couldn’t pass into the next world, either. Daniel had found them, and the one who reports a crime is always the primary suspect, so he was confined while a team with, frankly, no forensic credentials at all went over the scene.
There was no damage to the building’s structure or to the network of magical defenses tha
