With the good sister’s advice, I searched the Library with fresh eyes. And within the pages of a timeworn tome, I unearthed a message. Written in a manner that I believe you are familiar with, Silversaint.’ “I met Chloe’s eyes, nodding slow. ‘What kind of message?’ “‘A poem. Penned in old Talhostic. From holy cup comes holy light; the faithful hand sets world aright. And in the Seven Martyrs’ sight, mere man shall end this endless night.’ “‘It’s a prophecy, Gabe.’ Chloe’s eyes blazed with a familiar fervor. ‘A prophecy about the Grail, and ending daysdeath once and for all.’
