Seris was waiting in the servant's passage.
"Three suspects," Varyan said, showing her the nas. "Venn. Voss. Greer."
Seris studied the list. "I've watched all three. Greer spends too much ti in the infirmary with students who 'accidentally' hurt themselves. Voss is too good at fighting—almost like they've practiced against fragnt-bearers before. But Venn..."
"What about Venn?"
"He disappears at night. No one knows where. And last week, I followed him to the old chapel. He was talking to soone who wasn't there."
"Talking to who?"
"I couldn't see. But the temperature dropped twenty degrees. Frost on the walls." Seris's mismatched eyes were serious. "That's Chaos magic, the kind that creates stalkers."
Venn beca their primary suspect.
For the next week, they watched him. They learned his schedule. His habits. His weaknesses.
He taught history classes in the morning. Ate alone in the faculty dining hall. Spent afternoons in the library, researching old wars. Returned to his cottage outside the academy walls at sunset.
Every night, at midnight, the cottage lights went out. And sothing cold spread from the cottage—a wave of frost that killed the grass within a hundred feet.
[Chaos signature detected: Professor Aldric Venn's cottage. Intensity: High.]
"He's the Harvester," Varyan said. "No question."
"How do we prove it?"
"We don't. We stop him."
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