It was early morning as Morgan Sierra walked through the streets, navigating puddles from last night’s rain that reflected the pale blue sky above. Her dark curls were tucked into a woolen beanie and she thrust her hands deep into her pockets, huddling up in her fleece jacket against the chill. It was quiet, even though the cathedral precinct lay in the center of the city’s shopping area. British people were not early risers, especially in the depths of winter.
Director Marietti had called late last night about a theft from the cathedral, one that needed to be kept quiet. A simple theft didn’t seem like a mission for ARKANE, but after her years as an agent, Morgan knew things were often more complex than they seemed at first.
The Arcane Religious Knowledge And Numinous Experience (ARKANE
