Chapter 94: Clues to Corbin, the Defense of Vermilion Pass

Thump, thump! At the far end of Ashwood Lane, Giselle stood at the gate and knocked. Creak! The heavy old wood inched open, leaving a narrow slit. Giselle glanced around, saw no one watching, and slipped inside. The place was small-basically just one room. Maybe five hundred square feet, tops. It served as the Special Office's temporary base, and the rent came to only about one dollar a month. Even so, squeezing twenty-five people into such a tiny space made it unbearably cramped. People were...