The Dead Man's Diary

(Neva’s POV)

I pressed my hand against the envelope. It felt heavier than it should.

Turning it curiously in my hands, I slid a finger beneath the seal and tore it open.

Something slipped into my palm… a small brown leather-bound book. I studied it carefully. The edges were worn, the cover faintly scratched, and a musty scent clung to it.

It looked like a diary. Elder Tarkin’s diary.

My gaze flick